As my body calmed, as my breathing slowly returned to normal, as I perceived his seed beginning to leak from between my thighs, he continued to kiss me.
And I responded, dizzy with how gentle he was.
Soon, he pulled away. Looking deep into my eyes, his arm curled under my head, wrapping around the nape of my neck.
With a fierce whisper, he said, “Rei Morakkari. You are mine now.”
My eyelids fluttered, drunk off pleasure and physical exhaustion and a full belly.
Drunk offhim.
He had claimed me. Just like I’d always known he would.
And as I fell into a deep sleep, my last thought was:is there anything left of me that he can claim?
I didn’t think so.
Chapter Thirteen
When I woke the next morning, my whole body ached in places I never even knew existed.
And for once, Arokan was still in bed beside me.
My head was resting on his shoulder, in virtually the same position I’d fallen asleep in, making me wonder if I’d moved a single inch. He was warm, his eyelids were closed, and his chest was rising and falling in a smooth, soft motion.
Wincing when I moved my legs, I felt a sharp twinge deep inside my body.
It was enough to wake Arokan, who jolted from sleep in an instant, making me tense.
He made that deep, rumbling sound in his chest again and his yellow-rimmed eyes tracked over my face, studying me.
His eyelids lowered slightly and I gasped when his hand moved beneath the furs, moving to cup my sex, his intentions clear.
My breath hitching in alarm, I grabbed his wrist and held it in place. Biting my lip, I whispered, “I’m sore.”
He blinked, clarity returning to his gaze and he sat up in the bed, removing the furs off our bodies, exposing our nudity to the chilly air.
I resisted the urge to cover myself from his seeking eyes, but I forced my hands to remain in place, knowing that he’d seen every part of me, that there was no use or purpose for my modesty anymore.
I bit my bottom lip when his finger traced over my sex and inner thighs. When I saw his jaw clench, I looked down and froze when I saw the mess we’d made. Blood and seed coated the furs underneath me and my inner thighs, which were beginning to show the telltale signs of fresh bruises.
Arokan murmured something in Dakkari, his tone sounding…angry. Then I jumped when he barked something out towards the entrance of the tent.
He pulled the covers around me before the tent flaps opened to reveal two Dakkari males, once again bringing in the bathing tub and buckets of hot water.
Arokan rose from the bed in his full nudity, rounding towards my side once the males left, leaving a steaming bath in their wake.
I gasped when he gently lifted me into his arms and walked the short distance to the bathing tub, lowering us both inside.
A sigh of unexpected pleasure escaped me when hot water wrapped me in a cocoon of soothing heat, loosening my sore muscles, relieving some of the ache between my thighs.
“Better?” Arokan grunted, shifting me so that I was situated between his legs, until I felt his half-hard cock resting against my lower back.
“Yes,” I whispered, surprised by how shy I felt with him that morning. Last night returned to me in vivid flashes, of searing pleasure and dominating thrusts. Of Arokan’s dark eyes, of his filthy, exciting words that only spurred me on, of his heat and his vibrating bump and the way his hands moved over my body with a familiarity that alarmed me.
The tent smelled like…sex. And after last night, after experiencing the consuming, frightening need and desire I’d felt with him, I was worried that I would never be the same, that I would never look at Arokan the same now that I knew what he was capable of, now that I knew what he was capable of unleashing within me.
Whoever that woman had been last night—that needful, lustful woman who had met his thrusts and wantedmore—it wasn’t me.Shewas a stranger to me, someone I’d just met.
