His brow rose. Mock hurt crossed his face. “You mean to tell me you don’t remember? Maybe I’m losing my touch.”
A huff of a laugh escaped me. “I meant…did we bathe?”
“I brought us to the bath,” he said. “You were dead to the world, enough that I began to worry. But you woke briefly, gave me a kiss, told me I’m the best lover in the universe, and that you love me.”
For a brief moment, I feared I might’ve. But then I noticed the gleam in his gaze as he watched a brief flit of panic across my face.
“I did not,” I protested, struggling to sit up in indignation.
He smirked, effortlessly keeping me against his side with a small flex of his arm underneath my shoulders. “No, but I can dream.”
“That’s what you dream about?” I asked, huffing, trying to calm my thundering heart.
“Yes,” he said. “That’s what I dream about,dallia.”
I swallowed hard, which he heard. And I knew he wasn’treferring to the “best lover” nonsense—since he knew I had nothing to compare him to anyway.
He was talking about that last bit. The last bit that made my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth.
But Kaldur was at ease with the confession, and then, true to form, he put me at ease when he changed the subject back to my original question. “I bathed us until the knot released.”
Just thinking about that wonderfully burning sense of fullness made a fresh pulse of desire throb between my legs.
“Did it hurt you?” he wanted to know.
“No,” I said. It had been uncomfortable at first, but then it had tingled into something else entirely. A pricking kind of pleasure that had immediately set off bombs through my nerve endings. “I…I liked it.”
A low, sinful little rumble vibrated through him. His other hand skimmed up the naked roundness of my hip, before dipping into the growing curve of my waist.
Helikedthat I liked it. Obviously.
“Gods, I want you again,” came his gruff words of, almost, disbelief. “I woke up in the middle of the night hard as fuckingdravasteel. You know what I was dreaming of? You. Not even dreams—memories.”
Oh.
He pressed the tip of his sharp nose into my hair, just above my ear, as tingles made me shiver. “Mmm, and then I woke up and your scent was all around me. I was so close to waking you. Remembering all your sounds, the way you sighed when I was teasing your sweet little clit, the way your neck flushes as you come.”
My breathing went a little ragged, lulled by the erotic memories he was conjuring with his words, his perfect voice in my ear.
“Why didn’t you?” I found the courage to ask.
He huffed, a small sensual laugh following. This was still so new between us.Thisaspect of our strange relationship.
“You needed the rest,” he said. “I was greedy last night. With your blood and your body.”
“I liked it,” I admitted, feeling that flush he was talking about wind its way around my neck like a collar. “Very much.”
That pleased him. His hand squeezed at my hip but then grew gentle. His fingers traced over the curve of my buttocks, back and forth, an intimate caress that only he had the liberty to do.
“It might be the pregnancy,” I began, “but I have been feeling more…um…”
“Lustful?” he purred into my ear, a deep smooth rumble.
“Y-Yes.”
Or it might just be you and not the pregnancy,I thought, but I kept that to myself.
“You can use me whenever you want,kyrana,” Kaldur said. A jolt came at the sound of that word again. I realized it was almost like a title.
