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I smothered a yawn and wriggled closer, enjoying his body heat. “What are you doing here?”
“Good morning to you too, beautiful,” he deadpanned.
“I didn’t mean anything by it. You’re just always gone by now.”
His fingers left my hair, and I suddenly found myself flat on my back and staring up at him.
“I thought I could spend the day with you.”
“The whole day?”
“Until the very end,” he replied, leaning down to ghost a kiss over my lips. I could either look at this as a bad thing or a good one.
“Duvessa,” he intoned, moving to my jaw-line and slowly to my neck.
“Hmm?”
His hands tugged down the comforter covering my naked body. I’d never redressed after his impromptu need to fuck me in the shower the previous night.
“I’m about to have my tongue deep inside your cunt. Do not think of anything else but getting off on my face.”
“I…oh,” I mumbled.
He spread my thighs, kissed down my navel, and then sealed his mouth over my pussy, beginning to feast.
He ate me greedily, as if he were a starved man. My hips lifted for a fraction of a second and he slammed them back down, pinning me with a long arm reaching up to wrap his fingers around my throat.
Three digits slid inside me, rocking at a steady tempo, stretching as they pushed down to make room for his tongue.
He used the tip of it to flick my swelling bundle of nerves every time he plunged it into my pussy.
I gripped his hair tightly, shoving his tongue deeper into my cunt.
“Duvessa, your pussy tastes exquisite,” he hummed his contentment, picking up his pace.
When my thighs began to tighten around his head, he held them open. I panted, feeling the all too familiar stirrings in my core.
“Reyes…”
I called for him as I came, his name drawn out on a long moan.
Before I could remotely come down from the soaring pleasure, he raised himself over me and gently eased his cock inside.
It was a little awkward eating breakfast together—an actual breakfast.
He’d had a cute spread delivered to our room, and now he sat across from me at the rounded table, eating an omelet.
Neither of us was dressed. I was in a robe, and he was in a simple pair of sweats. Every few minutes, I shifted to abate the soreness between my legs.
“You’re very quiet for once,” he commented, giving me a grin that made him appear boyish.
“I’m not sure what to say,” I answered honestly.
“Whatever you’d like. There isn’t anything you want to know?”
Lifting a shoulder in a shrug, I reached for my grape juice. “How did you get the scars on your back?”
“I was expecting something more complex than that. All depires have some variation of them. We were trained with bullwhips.”
I swallowed a sip of my drink and stared at him. “Trained how? For what?”
“To kill,” he said simply. “Depires were created to cause pain and destruction—nothing else. We taught ourselves to feel, and by the time we realized emotions were such fickle, fragile things, it was too late.”
“You never had parents?”
“We had surrogates who raised us after we went through ectogenesis. None of us came from a real womb. They killed off our 'mothers' when we were seven.”
Well, there went my appetite.
“Reyes, that’s terrible.”
“It was a long time ago, and we got the upper hand—as you can see. After the vampires killed one of our own because he wouldn’t submit to them, my brothers and I formed the resistance and wiped them out. It was easy; they were far weaker than us. Purgatory came a few months later.”
I hung onto his every word, eager to learn as much about him as I could. We were strangers who shared our bodies and a bed.
“What would you like to do today?” he asked, pushing his plate away.
“Wow. Is this real? Are you asking me what I’d like to do and not telling me?”
He leaned back in his chair and regarded me with a heavy stare. “Your nose is perfectly centered, and your cheekbones are…” he paused, slightly tilting his head to the side. “You’re extremely beautiful.”
I glanced down at my half-eaten croissant. Countless times he’d told me this, and it never failed to make me blush, even worded as oddly as that.
“Uh, thanks. Can we go outside?” I asked, looking towards the balcony doors that had yet to be unlocked. “I haven’t been outside since…”
Unsure how long I had been here, I couldn’t add a number.
“We can do that,” Reyes replied softly. “Let’s get dressed.”
Things didn’t get any less awkward, but the silence between us wasn’t strained. I thought that once we left the confines of our room, things might flow into an easy rhythm.
It was a fool’s hope.
On our way through the citadel, I spotted Jacinda scurrying off, completely in her world, and Scarlett passed by me with Cassimere, flashing a smile of…encouragement? Reassurance?
