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I couldn’t have told you the time, day, or hell, even which world I was in…
But I had never felt more alive.
thirteen
EZRA
Ivaylo carriedme to the bed as both of us caught our breath. My face was tucked against his neck, his chin resting on top of my head, and it felt heavenly. Some part of me itched to lean in and bite him, but it was easily ignored. “You’re covered in fruit,” he rumbled, his voice amused.
“Some guy pushed me down on a table of berries,” I mumbled against him.
He chuckled. “He sounds like an ass.”
“He is.” My lips curved upward. “At least he’s pretty.”
Ivaylo laughed, the sound loud and genuine. My smile widened, and I didn’t bite my lip to hide it.
He set me down on the bed. “I suppose I need one redeeming quality.”
“Mmhm.”
I’d never had sex like that before—but I’d also never joked around with someone afterward while they held me and made me laugh.
Ivaylo stepped away for a moment, and then returned with a wet cloth. Though I reached for the cloth, he simply kneeled on the bed beside me and slowly began cleaning my back.
“Thank you, Ezra,” Ivyalo said, his voice soft and sincere. He was still naked, and definitely still hard, but the frenzy’s glow had vanished entirely. We seemed to have satisfied it for the moment, and I felt calmer and more focused than I had since being brought to Evare.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to thank each other for things like that,” I said, shooting him a small smile over my shoulder.
His lips curved slightly too. “In my world, no. But you are not from my world.”
My soft smile remained as he continued cleaning my back.
It was strange to be respected so much. To be so cared for, too.
“Am I allowed to thank you too?” I teased him.
“Of course not.”
I laughed.
His lips brushed my shoulder before he left for a moment to rinse the rag, then returned and moved to my front. His hands were gentle on my breasts, shoulders, and abdomen as he cleaned me, and we were both quiet.
A moment later, he stepped away from the bed again.
When he came back, he had a fresh cloth. I wasn’t sure what it was for, until he tugged me to the ledge of the bed with his free hand and then kneeled between my thighs.
My mouth dried when he used his cloth to carefully clean the insides of my legs, and then lightly dragged it over every fold I possessed.
“You don’t have to do that,” I whispered, my words coming out slightly strangled.
His gaze lifted to mine, steady and serious. “There is nothing I would rather be doing than taking care of you right now. You gave me a great gift tonight.”
I couldn’t get any more words out as he finished cleaning me, then strode back to the bathroom with his cloth.
He returned a moment later and slipped into bed beside me. My face met his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down with him until the front of my body was all but glued to his.
“Why do you think the sex was a gift?” I asked. “You’re the one who put forth all the effort—and you got me off way more than I did you.”
