“I was,” his voice is softer now. “But I felt the moment your fever struck.”
My thighs squeeze together under the water.
“I shouldn't have let you suffer this long,” he murmurs. “Even if I can’t give you everything yet, I can still soothe the fire under your skin. What do you say, Saelûn?”
I’ve never wanted to kiss a man more.
I nod slowly. My heart wants to believe he’ll make it better. My body already does. But nothing will help except the one thing we can’t do.
“Do you wanna play a game, love?” He rasps, voice dropping low enough to tremble the water.
“What kind of game?”
“How about some roleplay?”
Oh, that’s new?
“But I thought you wanted me to keep my eyes closed?”
“I do, Lumi. If you open them, the game is over.”
“... Okay?”
“I want you to call me Tyrian.”
“Is that a Vraksûn word?”
“…Yes.” He chuckles quietly. “It means purple.”
I smile faintly. “Okay... Tyrian”
He exhales shakily.
“Perfect, Saelûn. Such a good girl for me,” he rasps.
Something inside me awakens under his praise.
“Here’s what I want you to do for me. Are you listening, love?”
“You sound a little funny,” I murmur. “Are you okay?”
“It’s your heat,” he says hoarsely. “It’s hard to breathe around you, when I can scent how much you want me.”
“Right. Sometimes I forget that it affects you too.”
“That’s okay. This is all new to both of us.” He reassures me.
“I can’t hold you right now, thal’morin. So I need you to touch yourself for me. Let me guide you, and I promise I’ll make you come with just my voice.”
Chills race up my spine. My hands slide along my stomach, unsure whether I’m following him or myself.
“I want you to spread your legs for me,” He chokes out.
Heat licks up my thighs. I hesitate—but I do it. They part beneath the water, aching for his touch.
“There you are. My perfect girl,” he whispers. “Now tell me... does the fever ease when you hear my voice?”
“A little,” I lie. I want it to. God, I want it to. But the cramps only deepen.
