I shake my head in disbelief. “I’m in awe, Keller.” I smooth my hand up his chest. “You’re so strong. I never would have survived anything like that.”
“I believe you could have.”
I shake my head. “No, I nearly died from a broken heart.” His brow pulls together. “It was really bad there for a month. I owe everything to Runa. She never left my side.” I bite down on the inside of my cheek. “I hope she’s not worried.”
“I’m sure Ottar has looped her in. She’d be a valuable source for him.”
“I hope so.”
The wind blows, a cold burst of water spraying at us and causing me to shiver in response. “Let’s get you inside,” he says as he moves.
“I want to stay like this, with you.”
“Love, I’m not going anywhere.” He lifts and helps me put my shirt back on, then slips his shorts on. He stands and takes my hand. “But we both need some fluids after being out in the sun, and I don’t want you getting burned either.” He pulls me up and links our hands together as we move back into the house. “You hungry?” he asks.
I shake my head as he goes to the fridge and grabs drinks for us. He uncaps the water for me and hands it to me.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yeah, I don’t think I could eat anything right now.”
He glances over at me, his bottle halfway to his mouth. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Like you don’t know if you should cry or devour me?”
“Because that’s how I feel,” I answer. I step up to him and take his hand in mine. I pull him toward the bedroom and push him down on the bed.
“Lilly,” he says softly as I set my water bottle down, then pull my shirt up and over my head. His eyes roam my body as I move in front of him, where he places his hands on my hips and leans forward, his lips pressing against my stomach.
“I want to explore you,” I say as I press my fingers to his chest, forcing him to lie down. I set his drink on the nightstand as well and tug his shorts off, leaving him naked, his powerful thighs flexing in anticipation as I run my hands up them. “I want to kiss away the pain that you suffered.” I look up at him as I start to crawl over his body. “Will you let me . . . my king?”
His eyes turn dark, my name for him feeling so right as it falls off my tongue for one of the first times since we’ve been split from each other.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, then nods.
Pleased, I press my hands up his thighs, past his growing erection, and up to his chest where the burn marks are scattered over his pecs and his ribs.
One by one, I press my lips to the damaged skin, and with each kiss, his cock grows harder.
“Did these hurt?” I ask.
“Barely,” he answers. “I was numb by then.”
I move from one pec to the other, taking my time, giving him all the love that I can. When I reach his nipple, I run my tongue around it a few times, his hands flexing at his sides in response. I move over to his other nipple, and I do the same thing. Pleased with his reaction, I decide to pluck at his nipple, and when his pelvis thrusts up, a wave of wet, hot lust whips through me.
“Keller,” I whisper, happy with his response. “This makes you hard?”
“You make me hard. Anything you do.” He takes a deep breath. “Pinch harder.”
So I do.
I roll his nipples between my fingers and watch his stomach contract, his abs rippling beneath me as his cock rubs against my body.
“Fuck yes, that feels amazing.”
I bend down and replace my fingers with my teeth, pulling the hard nub between them and nibbling.
