“‘Use’ sounds so crass,” I commented.
“I’m serious,” Kaldur said, pressing his lips against the shell of my ear. He nipped at it. “I’m more than happy to assuage any needs you might have.”
“Even when you’re working in your study?” I asked, the question meant to be a tease.
“Especially then,” he rumbled. “Mmm, I’ll take you over the desk. Or have you lie back on it so I can feast on your pussy. Make sure you wear a dress when you come to me.”
A strangled sound tore from me at the images he’d conjured.
“Sensitive, curious little thing,” he noted. “I’ll show you everything—I promise.”
If I’d ever had any doubts about Kaldur’s opinions about sex with me…I found them completely assuaged in that moment. Of course, Ihadbelieved him that night in the kitchens. That he’d lied to Lydrasa when he’d said our lovemaking had been “fine.” But even so, perhaps my ego had still been a little bruised, uncertainty over our sexual relationship still not feeling quite settled.
Until last night. And now, hearing the intense desire burning in Kaldur’s voice, the way he couldn’t stop touching me, his praise making me bloom like Gaara’s spring.
“We need to stop,” he murmured. He took my hand and dragged it to his cock. “You feel what you do to me?”
The shocking heat and hardness made me curl my fingers around him. He wasthrobbingin my hand. When I ran my thumb over the head, just as I’d done last night, I discovered slickness there already. He groaned and then gave a desperate laugh, snatching my hand away. There was a startling intimacy to this moment, as if I’d been given permission to touch his body whenever I wanted. As if it were mine, as mine was his.
“No, my love,” he murmured. “I told you—I was too greedy with you last night. So as much as I want to, no fucking today. If you need a little relief, I’ll make you come without my cock. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied,dallia.”
A zipping erotic thrill went through me. He’d really meant it when he’d said I could use him if the urge ever hit.
“Maybe later,” I whispered, then bit my lip so I couldn’t take it back. I knew he was right—we should take it easy today. I still had less than two months left of the pregnancy. I wasn’t far enough along for sex to be a concern yet, as Ekor had quietly informed me upon his last visit—which had made me squeak out a reply as Kaldur had smirked from his corner. But I still thought we should be cautious.
So much for caution last night,I couldn’t help but think, remembering that I’d pleaded for more at several instances.
“Was…was Maudoric here?” I asked, not changing the subject as expertly as Kaldur.
“Last night,” he said. “To bring thebaanye, but I also had her change the bedding while we washed.”
Ah.It would be hard to look her in the eye today.
“And how’s your wound?” I asked next. I knew it had begun healing the moment my blood had hit him last night.
“My wound?” Kaldur asked. Even he’d forgotten. “Oh.”
He peeled back the bedding to expose our bodies. I hitched in a sharp breath, unable to keep my eyes from roaming across the planes of his muscles. He looked healthier already, his skin smooth, his face not so shadowed in hunger. His body was beautiful, perfect. His cock was still hard, a small pool of pre-come in the dip of his abdomen, and that distracted me longer than it should’ve as I bit my lip.
Focus,I chided myself.
Along his side, I saw only a faint pinkness of a scar, one that resembled a slash of a claw.
We hadn’t talked about it last night. There had been no time. When I looked up into Kaldur’s eyes, I saw he wasn’t even inspecting the scar, however…his attention was onmybody.
His silver eyes were practically mercurial as they slid over my breasts.
Then a growl left him and he was dipping his head, sliding up onto one forearm to lean over me. His lips latched on to my nipple, and a desperate, surprised moan left me. The startling sensation of his kiss, of the teasing suckle on the sensitive tip left me squirming.
“I’ll behave,” he said, but it sounded like he said it more to himself. Like an order. He groaned, raising his head, his lips damp. Cool air drifted over where his tongue had been, puckering the flesh even tighter. “Mmm, one more.”
The sound that left me was a mixture of a laugh and a gasp. His fingers reached for my other nipple, teasing it back and forth, as he laved the other gently.
“Vaan,” he cursed, pulling back against with a sigh. His cock pulsed forward, bobbing, and he wrapped a hand around it to keep it still. “I’ll be good.”
What if I don’t want you to be good?I wondered.
That fire was burning in me again. I’d never consideredmyself a gluttonous person when it came to my own wants, but part of me wanted to throw caution to the wind.
