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He choked on his own spit, and lifted his hands to sign, “It’ll fit.”
“Yeah, no, it won’t. I’m small.” I held my hands up, since at some point the water holding them captive had disappeared. “Tampons are this big, and they feel uncomfortable.” I moved my hands. “You’re this big. Not a chance.”
“Would you like me to demonstrate?” He signed.
I laughed. “No! It’ll hurt!”
His lips curved upward. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”
“I can’t believe we’re talking about sex like it’s definitely going to happen at some point,” I said, dropping to my back on the bed. “And you don’t even remember what we just did, because of your damn instincts.” I gestured toward my belly and lady-bits, still damp with his release.
He lowered a slick hand to my thigh and squeezed it once.
No. I was wrong.
“You remember?” I lifted my head.
He signed back, “I’m still me when the instincts take over. Just without any self-control. It takes a minute for the memories to return, but they do return.”
“Oh. Good.” I dropped back to the bed. “So you don’t think oral sex is disgusting? I read online that some men think it’s disgusting.”
It was easier to ask him those kinds of questions when we weren’t making eye contact, truthfully.
He leaned over me, signing, “Useless men who don’t deserve mates, perhaps.”
I snorted. “Rude.”
“I’m the king. I get to be as rude as I want.” He sat down next to me, but before he could touch me, there was a knock at the door. My head jerked toward it. “Uh, hello?”
“Ayla—uh, Queen Ayla,” the man stumbled over his words. “Are we still planning to go into the Aboa? The people are getting worried.”
“Yeah, just give us a few minutes. We’re almost ready,” I called back.
“Of course.” The man left, and I looked at Zoran. “He called meQueenAyla.”
“Then I don’t have to kill him,” Zoran signed, before he caught my hand, and dragged my fingers to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the backs of my knuckles as water ran over my abdomen and core, cleaning me off quickly. “We need to go.”
I nodded.
He stepped back and added, “I’m putting you in the dress I found for you.”
I sighed dramatically. “Fine.”
His lips curved upward. “More agreeable than I thought.”
“Guess I’m tired of fighting with you.”
He grabbed the dress off the floor where it had fallen. I slipped out of bed and went to pluck it from his fingers, but he moved it away from me and tsked his tongue.
I rolled my eyes at him, but couldn’t stop myself from smiling a bit as he kneeled in front of me. He carefully slipped my feet in one at a time, before pulling it up my legs.
It covered a hell of a lot more of me than either of the earlier two, but was still pretty scandalous.
His lips curved downward when he stood and looked at me. “Still too revealing,” he signed.
“You’ll get over it.” I tugged my hair out from beneath the strip of fabric trapping it.
“After I pay someone to make you something less revealing, yes.”
