Page 67 of Nidev and Lyric

“Mmm,” she said, nodding. “Sweet. And this is for the…scent?”

“It is.”

She swallowed and licked her lips, squinting up and wagging her finger at him, contemplating. “So… obviously you’re sweet on me,” she began, grinning at his immediate laugh.

“Check,” he said, tilting his smile on her.

“And… you made me wear your… sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy,sexy,smell. I could go on but I’ll stop there. And you did that because…” She pursed her lips, gesturing at the air. “You wanted to make all the girls think I’m fucking you? What!” she cried at his big laugh. “You know that’s why, I don’t care what you say.”

“If I was doing it for that it would be to tell the KINGS that I’m fucking you and if they want to live, steer clear.”

She pressed her hands over her heart with a dramatic moaning sigh. “That’s sooooooooo sexy.”

“Glad you think so. But it’s exactly accurate. And the reason I had you wear my scent is to teach you about the power ofmyallure. And how it changes not just the chemical balance in your pretty skin, but in your pretty mind. What I think of you, what I…feel for you… is now a part of your self-perception.”

Her eyes popped with her jaw drop. “You’refixingthe lies I’m spreading about myself to everybody?”

He leaned across the table and kissed her. “Mmmm,” he murmured when she opened and met his tongue with her own. “You’re correct.”

She grabbed his face and smacked a bunch of kisses on his lips with celebrating squeals. She released him, back to wiggling in her seat. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For fixing my shit.” She eyed the platter. “What’s next? The bracelet, the tattoo, all up in my skin,” she sang as he grinned and picked up the third spoon. “This one’s hot, isn’t it? That whole tattoo session was surely hot.”

“Get your water ready.”

She popped out a single laugh, grabbing her water and twisting the top off. “I’m ready.” She opened and leaned, taking the pasty stuff from the spoon. “Oh!” she said, swallowing quick and guzzling water. She paused halfway only for the fire to return, widening her eyes. “Crap!” she cried, drinking the restof the bottle. She sucked in air, wagging her hand at her mouth. “What the hell!” she gasped at him. “It’s still burning! My tattoos stung!” she realized, curling her tongue and forcing air through it, eyeing his laughing face. “Is that right?”

“It is but what does it mean?”

She gave a huge shrug, eyes wide, mouth wide, fanning her tongue. “I can’t think! You tell me. While I get milk!”

She hopped up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing the milk jug and racing back. She opened it and drank, angling her head so she could see him, waving him to continue with a hand.

“Okay,” he said, propping both hands on his Indian-style knee pose, showing off his muscles. “This lesson is direct. Simple.” He angled his head, eyes all severe on her. “Your ass. Is fire.”

Lyric’s laugh exploded then went on and on. Oh dear God!

He nodded, using his tongue on those lips, taking her howling as accolades.

Finally she caught her breath. “Only because I need to know,” she gasped, wiping her eyes. “Why the hell you burned my tongue off. It better be good.”

“It is,” he assured, changing positions, one knee drawn up, sexy arm resting on it. Getting more edible by the second. “So, heat,” he began, rolling his fuck-me all night eyes up at her.

“Heat,” she repeated. “You got all of it. Go on.”

He grinned then lowered it, the near shy act killing her. “My crest and initials are now part of your skin. Seared. Every pin prick held my life force and my burning passion. And my love,” he murmured, his smile fading as he stared into her eyes, now flooding with tears at the confession. “I’m the keeper of your heart. Your mind, your body and your soul. Nothing reaches you without going through me. You’re also my fire. In my heart. My body. My mind. And my spirit.”

She’d covered her mouth halfway through and her sob finally escaped.

He leaned across the table, kissing her softly, hand cupping her neck.

“You’re killing me, smalls,” she barely squeaked, getting his chuckle right on her mouth before he moaned and kissed her more.

“One more after this one,” he murmured on her lips, thumbs stroking the tears from her face. “Then I perform our Binding Rite.”

She blinked the tears from her eyes, looking at him, sucking in a shaky breath. “Binding Rite?” she wondered as he eased back to his side of the table with a sexy smile. “Is that… what…”

He presented her the spoon. “I’ll tell you all about it after this.”

She eyed it, her stomach flipping at remembering what it meant. “The…listening one.”

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