Swallowing, I looked back to the cloth, blinking, and I resumed the circles over his chest as if he hadn’t spoken at all.
I washed him in silence, methodically, distracted. When I reached his lower abdomen, my breath hitched as his hardened cock brushed my forearm, almost searing me with its heat. His nostrils flared and a harsh breath expelled from his chest.
Underneath the water, I saw his cock bob, the flushed head surfacing briefly. He wasn’t shy in his arousal. He never had been.
The warmth between my thighs returned in a rush and I swallowed. I found Iwantedto touch him, explore him, but I didn’t know if I should or even how I would begin.
“Nelle,” he rasped.
His cock brushed against my arm again when I circled down towards his hips and I paused, my lips parting, when I felt himpulseagainst me. I didn’t pull away. I kept my forearm steady.
His thick swallow reached my ears and I looked up at him. Whatever he saw in my expression made his eyes flare and he gripped my hand, pushing the cloth away. It sunk to the bottom of the bathing tub, forgotten.
A strange ringing started in my ears when he guided my hand to his cock, erasing the indecision from my mind. My sex throbbed when I heard his roughened curse, when he wrapped my hand around his impossible heat.
“You can touch me however you wish,kalles,” he rasped. “Or you can stop.”
Unconsciously, my grip tightened at his words, dragging a deep, delicious groan from his throat.
“Come into the bath,thissie,” he rasped. “I need to touch you too.”
I shook my head, though my voice sounded far away and my eyes were locked on his cock underneath the water. “I’m still bleeding.”
My flow had lightened considerably since yesterday. My bleeding would most likely cease tomorrow on the fourth day, but I didn’t want to dirty the bath water regardless.
“I do not care,” he protested before I watched the column of his throat tighten and his chest heave, all because I’d ran my fist down to his base. My hand didn’t encircle him completely, but I was still fascinated—and aroused—by the reaction it wrung from him. “Vok!”
“Does it feel that good?” I questioned, tilting my head to the side, excitement winding its way to my core.
A strangled laugh came from him. “I told you to come here…and I will show you how good it feels.”
“No, Seerin,” I said, the prospect leaving me shy.
“Very well,rei thissie,” he rasped, his eyes hot and focused on me. “But when your bleeding stops, I will touch you as I please.Lysi?”
I shivered. I could only nod.
“What doesreimean?” I asked him softly. Sometimes he used it, other times he did not. I had a suspicion but I wanted to be certain.
His jaw ticked. I tightened my grip and stroked back up his shaft. His face twisted and his back bowed.
“Seerin,” I whispered, licking my lips.
“It means ‘my,’” he finally choked out, his chest heaving.
Longing burst in my chest. Longing to belong to someone and have someone belong to me. He’d been calling mehis. Why did that word sound so sublime?
I squirmed on my knees, squeezing my thighs together.
“I think you care for me too, my demon king,” I told him softly.
He froze.
His expression changed, ever so slightly, but he didn’t confirm or deny my words. Suddenly, his hand was stilling my own before he unclasped my grip from around his cock, and I frowned when he stood from the bath.
His voice was cold, different, when he said, “You can do my oils now,alukkiri.”
Kneeling, I watched him with confusion as he roughly dried off his wet skin, his cock bobbing angrily against his abdomen. His dark mood had returned, as palpable as my racing heart, but I was left reeling, wondering if I’d done or said something wrong.
