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As if he’d read her mind, he dropped his usual cautiousness, letting her take the reins. Alezya kissed him eagerly, trying to put all the passion she could into this. She got rid of her dress and pressed her naked body against his torso, her skin against his skin. The air was getting hot and heavy around them, but neither cared. Kassein was hotter, his kisses were hotter, and Alezya couldn’t get enough.
“I love you,” she whispered in her native language. “I don’t want to leave you, I’ll never forget you.”
Weak tears kept escaping her eyes, and Kassein kept wiping them off, kissing her cheeks, caressing every inch of her body asif his hands were molding her curves. Alezya’s hands dropped to his pants, and this time, he didn’t stop her.
With tenser movement than usual, he took it all off, getting naked impressively fast for a man who’d acted so shy before... and Alezya couldn’t hold back that gasp. She should have expected so, but he was big. Big, and hard, and aching for her already. He must have felt her hesitation or nervousness because Kassein gently pulled her chin up to gaze into her eyes while his other hand ventured between her legs, caressing her, his fingers touching her and assessing how wet and ready she was.
“You fine?” he whispered against her lips.
Alezya knew he would stop. She had that belief anchored in her heart: if she asked him, he would stop without hesitation, without her having to beg and cry for it. The monster that had been her husband had never stopped or slowed down. He’d ignored her pleas, her pain, and her tears and taken what was “rightfully his” every time.
Kassein was bigger and stronger, and yet she wasn’t afraid of him at all; no, she wanted this. She desired Kassein, his hands, his gazes, his hot skin, his warm kisses. She wanted it all.
For one night, he was all hers.
And that was all she wanted for her last time.
Chapter 12
Something felt different about Alezya tonight.
Kassein couldn’t stand the sight of her tears or how her body was faintly trembling in his arms. He wasn’t even sure if she herself knew how fragile she seemed.
When he had seen her running for her life earlier, about to be attacked by that scum, his blood had fired up like never before. His dragon had been faster to attack, but given the chance, Kassein would have torn that criminal to shreds with his bare hands himself.
It was his fault. Kiera had noted the oversight; they knew one of them had escaped, yet he had been careless and left Alezya on her own in the camp. He should have never left her alone.
Now, he had been seconds away from losing her, and he knew he wouldn’t have been able to survive that. Not now, not when she was already carved so deep into his bones, taking all the space in his head, imprinted on his skin. Not when he couldn’t have a single hour without his thoughts drifting to her, not when his hands begged to be touching her every minute, every second.
That woman was his new religion, and he worshiped every inch of her. She was beautiful, strong but fragile, mysterious, and yet so expressive. He could read her eyes better than her lips, those black eyes of hers always carrying so much more than mere words.
He was trying to function like a normal man, to stick to his duty, to hide his agony, but he could never get enough of her. Every time she let him touch her, he felt like a man on sacred ground, begging for any moment she would bless him with her presence, her touch, her kisses.
Kiera made fun of how taken he was, but there was nothing he could deny; Alezya had completely bewitched him, and his sister could tease him all she wanted. He wasn’t sorry for it.
He wanted her so badly; every kiss felt like heaven and hell, a maddening ache between torment and pleasure. He’d tried to resist. He had tried to leash his desire, to be patient, to be strong.
He knew Alezya had gone through hell, and he knew she had a past that had scarred her deeply, deeper than he could ever know.
He knew there was a child. Or there had been one.
Lorey had warned him, and now, the truth had come to slap him in the face. He knew what a woman’s breasts being full meant, and he had seen women nurse before. There was no denying it anymore, and if he knew Alezya had a child, he also had to swallow the fact that there was another man. Her child’s father.
If so, where was he? Why wasn’t he with her? Why had he let her come to any harm at all? Was he dead? Was he missing? Did she miss him?
“Kassein.”
Alezya’s raspy, needy voice snapped him back to the present. It didn’t matter that there was another man. It didn’t matter how many other men there were.
Right now, Alezya was his, all his, and she wanted him. And when a goddess summoned a man, all he could do was get on his knees and worship. And Kassein did.
He caressed her, his hands cupping her perfect curves, following every line of her body, enjoying the coolness of herskin. She was naked on him, straddling him, and he just loved looking up to see her eyes riveted on him, deep and dark like the night sky. Her hair, which she’d kept braided all day, fell in raven waves around them as he pulled the tie off with a finger, embalming the air with that intoxicating smell of hers.
Her entire body was a marvel to look at. The almost subtle white marks on her thighs, belly, and breasts were like the stripes of a beast, scars showing how strong that woman was. Her body was a marvel, and he wanted to learn it all by heart, carve it into his memory.
Kassein just knew that he would never, ever get to witness anything more beautiful than this.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin as he spread kisses on her collarbone, neck, chest.“You’re so beautiful, my moonlight.”
