His hotteelathrobbed inside her, like it had its own heartbeat.
“Y-yes,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek across his palm when he cupped it. She sucked on the tip of his thumb when he brushed her lips, making him growl, making hisstill-hardcock bob against his abdomen.
He’d come inside herfour timesthat night. And he still wanted more?
Dravka pushed off the bed, taking his sweet time heading to the washroom, sliding open the door. He collected something from inside, she heard the water turn on briefly, and then he was back, watching her at the edge of the bed, watching as she rolled and squirmed, her thighs squeezing together, her whole body flushed pink.
“Vellka,” he murmured, trailing his finger across the swell of her breast.
Valerie moaned.
Beautiful, he’d called her.
Then his eyes saw something on the bed and he cursed. When she turned her head to where he was staring, through her blurry vision, she saw blood. Red blood. Her blood.
She frowned in confusion just as another orgasm made her jerk and cry out.
Dravka knelt between her thighs. She felt the warmth of water, she felt his fingers, gentle inside her. His touch made a sizzle run down her spine, made her moan and writhe.
Then, all at once, Valerie felt like she could breathe again. Air invaded her lungs and she gasped, panting. She still felt Dravka between her splayed thighs and she realized he was cleaning histeelafrom her body.
Back at the brothel, Madame Allegria had always had a steady supply of neutralizers for the clients. Once inserted, a mist was released and the effects of theteelawould immediately cease.
But of course, they didn’t have access to those here.
Which was why, even after he went to dispose of the washcloth in the washroom, Valerie still felt the slight warmth and pleasure of the lingerings of his seed. Not nearly as intense as before, but certainly still noticeable.
When Dravka returned, he motioned for her to come to the edge of the bed. He was still frowning.
The blood.
Her shoulder.
Right.
“I am sorry,mellkia,” he rasped, his voice quiet. “I should not have pushed you that hard. Not when you are still recovering.”
Valerie stared up at him. Though her body was completely exposed to him, though he’d seen her that night as he’d never seen her before, there was an intimacy in this moment, one that hadn’t been there prior.
“I loved every moment,” she told him, not wanting him to think he’d hurt her. “I don’t feel any pain.”
Dravka still frowned. “You’re certain?”
“Yes,” she said, smiling up at him, reaching up her hand, though it felt boneless and jelly-like. “But I know you’ll want to check anyways.”
That elicited a small smile from her male. He took her hand, gentling pulling her to sit at the edge. He took off her bandage at her shoulder, making a small grunting sound in the back of his throat when he saw her wound. She saw that the blood had soaked through it. Theirvigorousactivities must’ve aggravated the lasering seal.
“Come,” he murmured. Then she was up in his arms and growing more sleepy by the second, now that most of histeelawas out of her system.
He brought them both into the washroom and he turned on the flow of water in the shower tube. It was a small, cramped space, but Dravka kept her in his arms when he stepped inside, only sliding her down onto the floor when he needed to wash her front.
There was a small, exhausted smile on her face and she leaned her cheek into his chest as he washed the wound on her shoulder carefully. She didn’t feel anything though, no stinging pain, no aching throbbing, because of the medicine he’d brought her.
A few minutes later, he turned off the water and stepped from the tube, grabbing a clean towel to dry both of them off with. Once they were back in the bedroom, he stripped the thin blanket from the bed, got a new set from the secret cabinets in the wall, and only once everything was clean and fresh again did he let her lie back down.
Valerie’s eyelids felt heavy but she watched him, her cheek pressed to the mattress. Watching him made her heart throb with happiness and excitement. He didn’t look like human men. Keriv’i were hairless, for starters. Their skin was a dark indigo blue, with patches of mottled grey and black. His eyes were dark and swirling with color. His cheekbones were so sharp that sometimes she thought she might cut her hand on them if she stroked his face. His lips were full and soft, his nose incredibly structured and straight.
“Kruvu?”he murmured as he reapplied the bandage to her shoulder, his brows furrowing as he concentrated on the task.
