Khiva let out a growl, immediately stalking towards her as his cock surged. His two hearts were thrumming wildly, catching up with his realization that she was standing in front of him and she wasn’t just a hopeful hallucination.
“Hi,” Evelyn said, her voice slightly breathless, her eyes wide. “Khiva, I—”
But whatever she’d been about to say got lost as he caught her up in his arms, making her squeak in surprise. The dress she wore bunched around her thighs as her legs automatically wrapped around his waist to steady herself. Not that he would’ve let her fall.
Khiva brought her to the bed and laid her down, lowering himself over her. Her breaths came quick and her lips were parted in surprise. Khiva groaned, remembering the feel of her body, and unable to wait another moment, he caught her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Demav, she tasted divine, he thought, lapping at her pink tongue.
Through their kiss, he heard her murmur, “Khiva.”
Khiva reared back his head, noting her reddened lips, and ran his eyes over her face. A part of him still believed that she wasn’t real, though she felt real enough. But how could she be real when she felt so good in his arms?
“I have dreamed of you,leeldra,” he rasped down to her, trailing the edge of his nose up her soft neck, inhaling her scent where it was strongest behind her delicate, sensitive ear. She shivered and gasped when he suckled on the lobe. “I thought I would never see you again.”
Khiva had had many dreams of Evelyn since he’d last seen her. Dreams that left him aching and desperate upon waking, willing her to return to him, if only for one last night. Khiva was beyond questioning why he felt this connection with her, a connection that he had felt with no other female, not even on Kerivu. It simply felt right, albeit frightening.
And he hoped that she felt it too. He hoped that was why she’d come back to him. He hoped it was because he’d been on her mind as well, that he had perhaps appeared in her dreams, and that she’d ached for him just as much as he’d ached for her.
Vauk, how he ached for her…
Immediately, his fingers moved down to the hem of her dress, impatient for a taste.
Her hand on his shoulder made him still.
Her cheeks were flushed when reared his head back to properly look at her. A trill of masculine satisfaction rose up in his throat at the glazed look of desire in her eyes and the way she rapidly blinked, as if trying to clear the fog of lust in her mind.
“Wait, Khiva,” she said, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. “I…we…I didn’t come because…”
The tone of her voice made Khiva shift his fingers away from her dress and pull back slightly. Though surprise and arousal at seeing her still coursed through his body, it had been over three weeks since he’d last seen her and perhaps she needed time to become accustomed to him again.
“I apologize, Evelyn,” he murmured softly, smoothing her dress back into place and mentally trying to restrain himself. “I find myself always apologizing to you for being too…hasty.”
When Khiva pushed off her, he rolled to lay on his side so that he faced her, so that she was still close. It was difficult to process that she was there, that she’d returned for another visit. Something warm, but intense, surged in his chest, his hearts pumping with the unknown emotion.
Evelyn lay on her back, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths, and Khiva memorized the graceful lines of her profile, unable to stop himself from reaching over to trace her soft, small jaw.
At his touch, she turned her head slightly and looked at him as his fingers stroked over her cheek before brushing her softened, reddened lips.
Khiva’s chest squeezed again. Whenever she looked at him with those brown eyes, he felt…undone. Unhinged and spiraling, in the best possible way.
“Vellka,” he rasped.Beautiful.
She remembered that word because he watched with fascination as her cheeks grew even more pink and her lips tilted up at the corners in a small smile. He swallowed hard.
“Hello, Khiva,” she whispered across the short distance between them.
“I thought that I would not see you again,” Khiva confessed.
“I thought the same,” she admitted.
“What changed your decision?”
Strangely enough, her cheeks went slightly pink again. Khiva trilled in his throat, thinking that she’d come back for the reasons all the rest of the human females came back. Histeela, the sex.
If she came back solely for that, he wouldn’t question it. He would accommodate her…thoroughly.
His hand skimmed over the front of her body, feeling the softness of her dress material, brushing over the generous curves of her breasts, her hips, before trailing further.
