My breath stills as I admire the planes of his chest, his well-defined abdomen, his shoulders, arms. He kneels around me again, the tips of his hair caressing my collarbone like feathers.
I point at my breastband. “This is wet too, you know?”
“Dripping.” He kisses it, then undoes it, his eyes on me.
When he reveals my breasts, goosebumps ripple across my skin, and something between my legs flutters. His eyes soften as he takes me in, his look a tender, loving caress, and he splays his palms over my stomach.
“Is this the kind of touching that you imagined?” His tone is surprisingly playful.
“Sort of.”
His hands slide upward to cup my breasts, the thumbs caressing the nipples softly, making me gasp.
“Isthisthe touch you wanted?”
“It’s one of them, yes. But you’re still wearing wet clothes.”
“So are you.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I tease.
His eyes lower to my underwear, as he slides a hand over it, his firm touch sending a jolt of sensation through my body.
He looks into my face again, a playful smirk on his lips. It’s so good to see him like that, relaxed, happy, joyful. The sight warms my heart. I notice that he’s not even wearing his hat, either glamour or real, and yet he looks so relaxed, so himself. I guess that’s the real Azur, hidden for so long under layers and layers. This Azur is easy to love.
Easy on the eyes, too.
“What?” he asks.
“I like to see you like that.”
“This is not my best angle.” He places his head between my legs and kisses my inner thigh, then looks at me. “Isn’t this better?”
“I like all your angles.”
He touches my underpants. “I have an important question. If I remove this, will you still be wet?”
I chuckle. “A little.”
“Let’s make it a lot, then.” He pulls down my drenched underpants at once.
I close my eyes, waiting for his touch, when a sound startles me. He stops.
“Astra!” a voice comes from the hallway. It’s Marlak, and he sounds panicked.
Azur huffs. “I really hate him, you know?”
Right now, evenIhate Marlak.
“One minute!” Azur says as he gets up quickly.
He dries my clothes with air magic and tosses them to me, then he puts on his shirt while I get dressed.
I open the door and see Marlak and my brother.
“Have you seen Astra?” Marlak asks, desperation coating his features and his face.
Azur raises a hand, showing the small puncture on his finger. “I gave her some of my blood because she absolutely insisted, even if I told her it wasn’t a good idea, but that was some ten hours ago.” A crease forms on his forehead. “What happened?”
