Page 82 of A Soul to Guide

Sex was a funny subject for her. She usually liked to have some kind of intimate relationship with someone before she allowed them to touch her.

It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who felt desire though. At least, she was hoping she wasn’t the only one, that he hadn’t used her just because hecould.

Raewyn bit at her bottom lip, her brows knitting tightly, when something painful pinched at the inside of her chest. She didn’t want this to be so hollow.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he softly barked, like the haze of his own thoughts had suddenly lifted now that he’d spent.

She heard him scuffle away.

Raewyn’s heart shrivelled as she skilfully rolled to the side to avoid laying her legs in his impressive amount of cum. She leant on her elbow and hip as she sat up.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but too many reactions shoving past her lips rendered her silent. She wanted to be angry he would coldly say that after using her thighs, she wanted to voice her hurt, she wanted to convince him otherwise. She wanted to playfully tease him for it, be sensual and naughty. She wanted to demand that he come back over here and cuddle her.

Raewyn shut her lips at the scraping of sticks against the ground. Not long after, he re-lit the fire that had gone out.

It was him coming back over, lifting her about a foot to the side to make sure she avoided their mess, and wrapping his dry and slightly fire-heated cloak over her that swelled her heart again.

“Go back to sleep,” he demanded. She noted the richness of his pleasure-laden voice. “You woke up too early, from what I can tell. We’ll be leaving as soon as the rain lets up.”

“Merikh,” she started, wanting to understand.

Was it because of the face I made earlier?She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. She was just a little lost and confused.

He went from hot to absolutely weird in the span of a heartbeat.

“Don’t,” he bit. “It is what it is, and you can’t take it back.”

Then he moved away. She couldn’t place why she could tell he’d gone to the entry of the cave, where she could still see the glitter of his red shield protecting them.

Does he think I’m the one who regrets it?

Whatever it was, there was something deeper going on in his head than she could fathom. She didn’t know him well enough, but now, she was determined to.

She opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she even began.“I said no.”His tone was off, animalistic and reverberating.

Her cheeks puffed in annoyance and anger, and Raewyn laid down and curled into his cloak to hide from him.Fine.

However, once she relaxed, she slyly brought it to her nose to bask in his smell. It kind of felt like a thin cuddle from him, and the cloak was big enough and thick enough to keep her warm, with the fire helping to chase the worst of the chill away.

Clutching his cloak, Raewyn thought with determination,it’s time to ask the hard questions.

She couldn’t help the mischievous smile that tugged at her lips, knowing he was going to hate them. It was time to poke and prod her subject until she’d cracked the code.

Raewyn felt like a dead body rolled up in carpet as Merikh cradled her in his arms, his cloak wrapped around her.

The rainstorm had taken hours to settle, and it only gentled.

When too much time had passed, he’d told her to wrap herself in his cloak and then just carted her through the constant drizzle. To be fair, the multiple wrappings kept her dry and warm, especially with him holding her. She was also dressed in layers.

He said he didn’t mind getting wet, so long as she was comfortable and they could keep moving. Any time the large hood slipped back from her head, he nipped the edge with his fangs and pulled it back over her face to keep it shielded.

They’d barely spoken in the few hours since they’d set off. He’d only informed her they were at least three days away from the Veil.

One minute, he’d be holding her loosely, and the next, he’d accidentally squeeze the life out of her. When she squeaked, he’d grunt and loosen his hold.

Was he thinking about their sexual interlude in the cave the previous night? She hoped so. She hoped it was driving him crazy because he wouldn’t be the only one suffering in their awkward silence.

Now that she’d slept properly, due to multiple satisfying orgasms, her mind was abuzz.

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