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I let out a sigh. “Would you mind terribly helping me back to the bed? I've exhausted my strength for the time being.”
A flash of concern crosses her face, and she allows me to brace myself on her shoulder as I hobble across the room. She is right about my wounds; the infection runs rampant through my body, making even the simple task of walking strenuous. The wheezing grows louder, reedier. I had intended to sit on the edge of the mattress, but Callie pushes me down until I'm prone, laying me flat on my back. She sits next to me, close but not touching.
“Are You comfortable?”
“As much as I can be, yes.”
“So, talk.”
She's not one to waste time. If things weren't so dire, I'd be impressed.
“First and foremost, I do not find, nor have Ieverfound you ugly. That could not be further from the truth. Your beauty is unsurpassed by any I have seen in my lifetime. If anything, seeing you in all your glory just now has ruined me for anyone else, from now until the end of my days—however short they may now be. That is why I have abstained since your arrival here in Hell, and why I shall continue to abstain until such time as you are ready. If that time never comes, then I will still die a happy demon for having seen such a sight.”
Callie frowns in apparent confusion. “I thought I made it pretty damn clear that I’m ready.”
I wave off her interruption. “Wanting to help heal me and being ready for your first time are two different things. I don’t want you to lose your virginity to me out of pity.”
“Oh.” Her voice is soft, timid, entirely unlike her.
I raise an arm to stroke her hair. To my relief, she doesn’t shrink back from my touch. “If you are ready before I die, then, and only then, will I lie with you.”
Callie remains silent for quite some time after I'm done. I hope I haven’t offended her, and I hope the intent behind my rejection is clearer now.
“But Az, You might diesoon. I couldn’t bear it if You keep getting worse because of me.”
My hand moves to her cheek. “And I couldn’t bear it if you ended up with regrets about sleeping with me.”
She gives me a shy smile and takes my hand, lacing her fingers with mine. “The only thing I might regret is, um … I’m not sure how to put this, but are those spikes on Your dick? Because they look kinda painful foranyone, let alone someone like me who hasn’t had sex before.”
My lips turn up in a grin. “They’re barbs. Little bits of cartilage. Flexible pieces that help to—How do I put this?—help keep it in place. From what I’ve come to understand, they create a pleasurable sensation, and not just from the aphrodisiac lubrication they emit. Some of my lovers have likened the experience to a sensual massage from the inside.” Callie blushes again and ducks her head. Her golden curls tumble forward, hiding her expression from me. I quickly amend myself for fear of scaring her. “If I were stronger, I could take human form again, and it would be more … normal. I apologize that I can’t at the moment.”
“But they’ve never hurt anyone before?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
Callie peeks at me from behind her cascade of hair. “Az?”
“Yes, Callie?”
Her hand drops mine. Disappointment hits, a strange sensation for me. I have never considered a hand to be an erogenous zone unless it was touching another erogenous zone, but having her hand in mine was intoxicating. The sexual tension brought on by her touch was almost enough to start the healing process … almost.
Then she reaches out with that same hand and runs her fingertips over the ends of my barbs. My cock twitches, and she jumps with a start. “Is it supposed to do that?”
I bite back a laugh. “It’s actually quite common for a cock to move like that with arousal.”
“And You say that I make You feel like that—aroused?”
“All the time. Can’t you see it?”
Callie pauses with her hand on my hip, near the largest swath of bandages. Her jaw sets with a kind of determination, and she stands. I try to hide my sadness that she’s about to leave. I did, after all, tell her she could when I was done explaining myself.
Then, something miraculous happens.
Callie pushes the sweatpants down her hips. She shimmies out of them, then lifts the hem of her shirt. For the second time in less than an hour, I’m gifted with the stunning sight of her nude body. She crawls back on the bed next to me and strokes my jaw, which hangs open in shock. When she speaks, her sultry voice is low and husky, full of desire.
“Let’s get You better.”
Chapter 9
