Page 75 of Gothikana

Corvina felt herself flush, her ass squirming before she could control it. ‘It was nothing.’

He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. ‘Tell me.’

‘It was a dream I’d had the night before,’ she replied, hoping he would leave it at that. She should’ve known better.

‘Tell me about it.’

Corvina sighed. ‘Some things are private.’

‘It was sexual,’ he inferred correctly. ‘And about me.’

Corvina shook her head.

She felt his muscles stiffen slightly. ‘It was about someone else?’ The dangerous edge to his voice made her nipples pebble even in the hot water. The possessive blade of his voice always cut her in the most delicious way, the hunger inside her to belong to someone being fed a feast every time it came out. She loved it when he got like that.

‘No,’ she clarified. ‘I just meant I won’t tell.’

‘Why?’ he demanded, relaxing again now that he knew it had starred him.

‘It’s just… a bit disconcerting. And erotic despite that.’

One of his hands under the water traced the side of her breast languidly. ‘I know you get shy, little crow. But I have fucked you and will fuck you in ways you might find disconcerting and erotic.’ He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. ‘Your body is mine to play with.Tell me.’

‘Don’t think I don’t notice how you layer your questioning with something sexual every time,’ she pointed out to him even as she arched her back.

‘Don’t think I don’t know how much you love it,’ he quipped back, a smile in his voice. ‘Don’t try to change the topic.’

Corvina sighed and gave in, telling him about the dream in detail. He was quiet for a long moment afterward, considering.

‘Do you want to be fucked in front of people?’ he asked eventually, still playing with her breast.

‘No,’ Corvina denied immediately, the idea horrifying her. There was no way she wanted anyone watching her when she lost herself like that. It was too intimate.

‘But you like the idea of being discovered,’ he mused out loud. ‘The idea of being almost discovered. Am I wrong?’

She bit her lip, her eyes on the castle above, the idea that someone could see their shadows in the tub thrilling to her. ‘No, you’re not wrong,’ she confirmed.

‘What a little surprise you are,’ he chuckled.

After another few minutes of relaxed silence and the water getting colder, they washed off and dried. Corvina wrapped a towel around herself, looking at the floor with a flush climbing up her chest, the nakedness without the cover of sexual activity making her shy. He had no such qualms, since he walked out to his room in all his beautifully sculpted glory, quickly changed his sheets while she watched, and got in bed.

‘Come here,’ he told her, opening one side of the blanket for her.

Corvina bit her lip and looked outside at the dark. ‘I’ll need to get back soon.’

‘Let dawn come first,’ he stated. ‘Now get in bed. And lose the towel.’

Her fingers tightened on the towel for a second before she took in a deep breath and let it drop to the floor, hurrying to get under the blankets with him. He turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness, and settled in behind her, covering them both, his body warm and solid and so big it felt like the cosiest of cocoons. His body settled into her nooks, curving around her back, his arm tight around her waist, his legs tangled with hers, his nose in her hair. It was a full-body takeover.

‘Sneak out on me again,’ he murmured into her hair, his voice heavy with sleep, ‘and I’ll have you coming on my fingers in class.’

A delicious shiver made her tremble at the forbidden thought.

‘I’m glad I came tonight,’ she spoke into the dark, her lids getting heavier with slumber.

‘Me, too.’ His hand on her stomach gave her a squeeze.

‘You’re taking all of my firsts, Mr Deverell,’ she whispered quietly as a confession.

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