She releases a frustrated sound then remains silent, probably thinking of methods to get what she wants or piss me off. She seems to have a knack for those.
After a while of complete silence, she reaches a hand to my side. It’s hesitant at first before she becomes bolder and slides her fingers over my skin.
“Why did you get ravens as tattoos?”
“They’re crows, not ravens.”
“There’s not much of a difference.”
“On the contrary. Ravens are all about bad omens and ill-fatea terminology I don’t believe in.”
“Don’t crows have the same symbolism?”
“No. Crows are all about death—more spiritual than physical. I got these tattoos after I killed the impulsive, low on self-control, blatantly violent Killian. He was a disgrace to the balanced me from the present.”
“Or he just wanted to be understood.” Her soft murmur echoes in the air, then she purses her lips as if regretting what she said.
My body goes rigid. That’s the first fucking time someone ever said that about my less sophisticated version.
And I don’t know whether or not I should strangle her for it.
I wrap my arms around her middle and lift her up with me as I rise to my feet.
She gasps and automatically holds on to me as I step to the bathroom. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to take care of your pesky soreness before I fuck you again.”
23
GLYNDON
“Iexpected betrayal from anyone in the world, but not from you, Glyn. Are you really abandoning me?”
My eyes snap open and a guttural noise echoes in the air. It’s my breathing, I realize, as I swallow the drool that’s gathered in my mouth.
I attempt to stand up, but a weight pins me in place.
Killian.
Or more like, his huge body.
I blink the sleep from my eyes at the feel of his bare skin on mine. I’m still on top of his chest, my softness draped over his hardness. I feel so small in his arms, but also…so protected.
I didn’t even think about his monster nature when I fell asleep cocooned by him after the bath.
What started as a cure to my soreness ended up with me fucked at the edge of the bathtub with my arse in the air and my fingers holding on to the wall for dear life. Literally.
Although I came twice, Killian took his sweet time, even more than the first time, and I honestly thought I would pass out from all the stimulation slashing through me.
When he finally finished, he kissed my forehead like some adoring lover and left me to soak in the water, half-dazed, sorer than the first time, but so utterly elated.
Then he left the bathroom and came back to help me rinse, then carried me to the bed whose sheets had been changed.
When I wanted to put on my clothes, he pushed my hand away. “Don’t. I want access to my pussy during the night.”
“Not unless you’re in the mood to drive me to the A&E in the morning.”
He merely chuckled, muttered, “Adorable,” then held me on top of him as if that was the most natural position in the world.