“Yes.”
“Why?”
I exhale, trying to give myself a moment to work out the words.
“I don’t want Riven to feel guilty about what he did. This isn’t his fault. He’ll blame himself even if he doesn’t outwardly act like it. He’ll make some dumbass fucking remark about being shadow twins or some shit, but inside, it’ll eat him alive.”
I sigh, then rub my hand down my face. My huff echoes in the air as I tip my head to the ceiling.
“I can’t stand the thought of putting that look of fear in your eyes, Thayla. I refuse to be a reminder of that room for you. When I hold you close and you caress my heart, I want you to know that each beat is for you. It’s not ticking to the sunsetter.”
I bow my shaking head and close my eyes.
“When you look at me, I want you to see our eternity. Not this shadow of doubt and despair.”
Her quivering breath echoes between us, but I can’t bring myself to look at her.
I meant what I said and what I didn’t say.
I can’t stand the thought of seeing her look at me in fear or repulsion.
This mark will be a constant reminder to her, just as it is to me.
My body flinches when her fingers grip my biceps and her breath fans my chest for a millisecond before her lips press against my heart.
I fall still, unable to move as she continues to place a kiss on all the slices across the top of my chest. When she slowly drags her nails up and down my arms, I repress a tremor.
My body reacts in a way it has no business reacting right now. I can’t stop it despite that not being my intention. She notices.
She squeezes my hands before laying hers on my hips. I suck down a deep breath when her kiss lands below my belly button and she lowers herself to her knees.
“Thayla, I didn’t mean—”
The air in my lungs rushes out in a deep groan as her lips wrap around my dick, and she takes as much of me as she can down her throat.
I mutter a curse when her hand replaces her mouth.
“You are mine, Kyzen. No mark will ever change anything about that.”
My vision blurs as her tongue licks the head of my cock. The hiss trying to escape me morphs into a breath of her name as she takes more of me.
The hum in the back of her throat has me nearly snatching out of her. She doesn’t allow that, though.
Her hand that isn’t working in rhythm with her mouth grips my hip. Her fingernails bite into my skin as she forces them to move how she wants.
Heat blazes through my blood and I have to stop myself from bucking when she gags around me. It doesn’t slow her down or stop her.
She’s going to suck my fucking soul out of my chest.
She’s never been this determined to send me over the edge.
My little goddess likes having control over my pleasure.
She can have it anytime she wants. It’s hers.
I’m hers.
“Gods damn it, Thayla. You’re so fucking perfect.”
