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“I did a poor job, and as you said, I need more experience.” And I wouldn’t get tired of kissing your skin. “Let me.”
After a moment of hesitation, he put aside the gauze and placed his hands on the bed, exposing his naked chest. My beast rose with a roar. The thought of tasting Roy’s blood caused my mouth to water. A side of me recoiled at the idea of swallowing his blood, but another one was eager.
Electricity charged the space between us as I sat next to him. I lowered my head and breathed over his skin. Awake this time, he let out a groan when I pressed my lips against the cut. His muscles contracted under the tip of my tongue tracing along the seam of the stubborn wound. It wasn’t as wide and deep as last night, but it was wide enough to be concerning.
I sucked his skin into my mouth while licking the marred flesh. He clenched his fists on the bed sheet, a hiss and a curse leaving his lips. “Hell, Kristin.” His voice was all rough edges as his breath came out in quick blows. The more I kissed his skin, the more his hips rocked and the corded muscles in his arms stood out in sharp relief. He gritted his teeth and bit his lips, as if he was fighting to contain himself.
I lavished the cut with my tongue, sucking, until the skin was healthy and unblemished again. Even his temperature was rising…and the temperature wasn’t the only thing rising. He growled deep into his throat without showing any embarrassment for his hard erection. The power I had over him at that moment was intoxicating.
A heated flush went straight to my core when I put a hand on his thigh and leaned closer to reach a corner of the slash that was still raw and red. A few lashes of my tongue, and the cut was fully sealed. But I lingered there, kissing the pink slit and stroking his nipple with my tongue. Eyes closed, he arched his back, the tendons in his neck standing out.
He jerked when I stroked his shaft, feeling it twitch under my palm. How would it feel inside me, stretching me, filling me? I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his suit. He was panting, lips parted. Lord, he was beyond handsome and sexy. When I wrapped my fingers around his length, an animalistic groan rose from him.
“You’re killing me,” he muttered.
He was big, all silky skin and hard steel. A drop glistened on the tip, and I spread it with the pad of my thumb. His abdominal muscles contracted as he rocked his hips.
Blood pounded in my ears. Scorching need rushed through my beast. It was a primal instinct, the savage urge to mate with him, to have him pound inside me. Fangs descended. Claws glinted. My beast came out and pounced. I was on top of Roy, pinning him down on the bed and straddling him. His shaft was exactly where I wanted it to be, right between my thighs, stroking my throbbing nub, close to my heat.
Except that Roy’s cheeks turned the colour of pasty chalk. He froze, pupils dilating, lips parting. His fists closed. All the heat of a moment ago was now a chilled glint. His eyes flared in fear and horror. Even his ragged breath beat a frightened tempo.
“Roy?” I whispered as my beast retreated to a corner, humiliated, like a scolded puppy. “Have I… Oh dear.” I scurried off him, shivering. Clare had attacked him, and while he’d never told me the details of the attack, she must have straddled him like I was doing. Or pushed him down like I’d done. “Talk to me. Are you all right?”
His gaze darted around, refusing to meet mine. He put a hand on his chest, gasping. Lord, was he having a panic attack? Was he going into shock?
“Roy?” I whispered, caressing his hand with my fingertips. I had no idea how to heal him from this.
He took deep breaths, ignoring me, his skin cold and clammy.
I leaned back to give him more space and waited for his breathing to return to normal. Minutes passed. He ran a shaky hand over his face.
I touched his arm. “Is it because of what happened with Clare? Did she—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Rolling onto his side, he stood up and buttoned his shirt with trembling fingers.
“I’m sorry. My beast came out.”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” There was a sharp swish of fabric when he donned his waistcoat.
“Perhaps talking is what you need,” I said in a low voice.
He exhaled sharply and pressed two fingers to his temple. “We don’t have time for that. We have work to do.”
“But this is important. I scared you.” I wasn’t even sure that insisting was the right thing to do. “I promise, I’ll be more careful.”
“It’s not your fault.” He sounded less harsh but still shaken as he caressed my cheek. “Never your fault.”
“But—”
“Don’t push me on this. Please.” His jaw clenched, despite the fact that he didn’t sound angry.
I nodded. “Of course.” He’d talk to me when he was ready.
He sucked in a few more deep breaths before tossing a copy ofThe Timesto the bed. “Look.”
The title on the front page read:Germany occupies Czechoslovakia.
“What?” I took the newspaper and skimmed the article.
