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I pulled myself up until our faces lay even. “Me too,” I said before brushing his lips with mine and uttering a word that now stood as an endearment between us. “Pervert.”
“You were right about kissing. I enjoy it very much.”
To my utter delight, Tarook was a quick study who believed in practice… lots of practice.
And suddenly, spending three days locked in a basement didn’t seem long enough at all.
Chapter 14
Tarook
I fought wakefulness, not wanting to leave the blissful dream where I held Clara in my arms. The soft snore fluttering the hair at the curve of my neck jerked me awake with the realization it hadn't been a dream at all.
Clara cuddled next to me, head nestled on my shoulder, arm slung across my chest, and a leg over my thighs.
Mine.
Whether or not the Valana blessed us, Clara was mine.
Never have I felt like this about a female. I would never get enough of her. If I lived to the end of eternity, it wouldn't be long enough with her. I'd spent the rest of the afternoon and all last night worshipping her body, memorizing what spots brought squeals of pleasure. She was so responsive, so eager… so perfect.
And mine.
On impulse, my lips placed feather kisses on her skin from forehead to neck. Clara moaned softly, stirring, her mouth curving into a smile before her eyelids fluttered, revealing sparkling violet eyes.
Holy Valana, she was beautiful.
“What a nice way to wake up,” she crooned, linking her arms around my neck and lifting her mouth to mine.
"I can think of something nicer," I growled, rolling her onto her back while my mouth traveled to her large, soft breasts, and the pert nipples, perfect for suckling. Her soft moans lingered like a caress in my ears. My mouth traveled lower, watering for her taste, pausing only long enough to give due attention to her cute little belly button. At the first touch of my tongue at her navel, Clara froze.
"What is it?" I'd traveled this same path many times the previous night. I knew she liked it.
Clara cupped my cheek in her palm, a wide grin splitting her beautiful face.
“Listen.”
My senses of sight, touch, hearing, and taste intently honed on Clara relaxed, and the patter of raindrops hit my ears. Reluctantly—I'd like nothing better than to linger in bed with her all day—I rolled to my feet, moving to the nearest window. Moisture saturated the ground outside, turning the remaining mumje into clumps resembling curdled milk. From the look of the sky, the heaviest part of the downpour had passed, although the cloud cover remained gray.
"Oh my God," Clara breathed, standing at my side. "Does this mean we can finally go outside?"
I drew her curvy, naked form against me, wrapping my arms tight around her as I dropped my face to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her floral, musky scent.
"I hoped we would stay in bed all day." I ran the tip of my tongue up the side of her neck—gods, she tasted delicious.
“Tarook,” Clara giggled, wriggling at the ticklish forays of my mouth. Her hips ground against mine, and my cock jerked in appreciation. "I'd like that too, but...." her words ended with a heavy sigh.
I raised my head, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “Come on, let’s go check on everyone.”
Clara gathered her clothes from where they'd landed on the floor the night before and skipped toward the bathroom. Without her flooding my senses, I pressed my ear near the window, listening through the falling rain for any hint of what lay outside our sanctuary.
I heard nothing but the sounds of nature. That could be good... could be bad. We wouldn't know until stepping outside. Logic told me that if whoever deployed the mumje had returned, I would at least discern the sound of movement from affected villagers. The only scampering I heard belonged to small animals—a few birds and rodents.
The faint sound of Clara singing—some song about a hound dog—wafted in from the bathroom. A joyful sound that made my heart clench in gratitude... along with a modicum of fear. Whoever deployed the mumje possessed no qualms about hurting humans. Without knowing who they were and how much mumje they possessed, danger remained imminent. As long as rain fell, it prevented another attack, but humans were fragile. Drugging was only one way to cause injury.
I’d do anything to protect Clara.
Snatching my pants and vest from the floor, I dressed quickly, pulling on my boots as Clara exited the bathroom. She'd pulled her thick blonde hair back into a braid, her face fresh-washed and violet eyes sparkling. My chest warmed with something deep and soulful, an alien feeling, but one I hoped never to lose.
