“Perhaps,” she breathed, the flush now creeping down her neck.
“Hmm. And what can I tell to you to put it at ease?”
“I—I do not know.”
Kassandr sipped hismedovukha,his eyes never leaving hers. “Would it help if I told to you all that I want to do to you?”
Her heart kicked up a rapid beat, and damn it, but she hated that he could hear it.
His brow cocked up. “Ah. I see youarecurious.”
Saga scowled into hermedovukhaas Kassandr’s amusement wafted across the table and rankled her further. It was unfair that he had this effect on her, and even more so that he could hear herbody’s response. She had the sudden urge to do something to bring the scales back into balance.
Impulsively, she released the pillow. It landed on the floor with a softthunk.For a single, weightless moment, Saga felt unmoored from her body. Swallowing, she crossed one leg over the other, then reclined in her chair in an attempt to replicate her husband’s nonchalance. And then she boldly locked eyes with him.
Kassandr grew preternaturally still as his gaze roamed over her transparent dressing gown. The black pupils in his too-bright eyes spread wide, his grip on his cup tightening until his knuckles whitened.
“Perhaps I am curious,husband,” she managed. Victory flared in the pit of her stomach, but Saga soon felt a moment of trepidation—rather than rebalancing the scales, she felt suddenly like prey.
A wolfish smile curved his lips, and Kassandr ran a hand along his jaw. “My delightfully wicked wife. I like this thing, Saga. It makes me want to—” He exhaled, shaking his head.
A mix of curiosity and anticipation prickled through her body. She tried to maintain her nonchalance, but her eyes betrayed her, falling to Kassandr’s mouth. “What?” she asked. “Makes you want towhat?”
Green eyes met hers, sending heat spiraling through her body. Those eyes transfixed her. Enthralled her. Commanded her to rise.
Who was she but to obey?
As though in a dream, Saga rounded the table. Whereas before the table had concealed her lower half, now Kassandr could see all of her. A look of feral intensity filled his eyes as he took her in, sending warm, pulsing heat all through her. Saga closed the distance between them before sinking down on his thick, sturdy thigh. This near, she could see the soft hairs curling at his nape; a faded scar running at the edge of his temple.
“Tell me,” she whispered.
For an instant, Kassandr held himself rigidly still, as though he were on the very knife’s edge of snapping. But then he let out a low, dark chuckle and leaned closer, until his breath tickled her ear.
“Why don’t you use your imagination?”
A soft sound escaped her as Kassandr brushed a tentative knuckle up her spine.
“You want to kiss me,” Saga guessed.
He shook his head slowly, gaze fixing on the hollow of her throat.
“You…want to touch me.”
His fingers stilled just below her ribs, and he dipped lower to scrape his teeth along her earlobe. Saga gasped with sudden understanding.
“You want tobiteme.”
Kassandr drew back, running his tongue along his teeth. “Does that frighten you?”
“Yes.”
“But it excites you.”
She swallowed.
“The thought of my claiming bite makes your pulse flutter. I can see it. Right…” His tongue slid along the hollow of her throat. “Here.”
Saga’s head tilted back as she felt the wet heat of him all through her body.
