“Yep.”
I grab his cheeks. “Who cries out of all eight?—”
His hand snaps over my mouth again. “Shut up.”
I twist my head and bite him—hard.
“You little?—”
Gravity spins as Sylvus pins me back against the wildflowers, holding my wrists above my head with his iron grip.
My spine betrays me, arching into him.
He smirks, then catches my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, sliding down my throat, making me moan.
Just when he has me aching, breathless, ready to beg him to fuck me, he pulls back.
Bastard.
He settles back down politely next to me.
So I launch myself at him, loving the flicker of surprise on his face as he catches me.
“You’re insane,” he chuckles.
I laugh against his mouth, falling into his arms and deep, deep into love.
CHAPTER 8
SYLVUS
Andromeda’s hungereventually overcomes her mischief, so we take a trip down to the kitchen. I put on a pot of tea and gather an abundance of food in a silk bag, then carefully carry it all back up to the surface.
I weave us a picnic blanket, and we sit together, drinking tea in the peaceful sunshine.
At first, just the taste of food is enough to sate her, so Andromeda savors each bite.
“Show me how to peel that,” she says, grabbing one of the large, round fruits.
“No.” I pluck it out of her grasp, passing it to one of my legs to make quick work of it.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll always be here to peel it for you.”
“You don’t mean that literally?—”
I grab her chin and place a wedge of fruit on her tongue. “I do. I take my responsibilities as your owner very seriously.”
She bites down, flooding her mouth with sweet juice. “You don’t… own me…” Her protest is unconvincing.
I lean down next to her ear and purr, “Don’t I?”
Her violent shiver leaves her unable to retort.
I smirk.
She pouts.
