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Shortly after that, Rhyse growled deeply, got up to crouch over me, and covered my tits with his second load of the day while I watched his face contort with pleasure above me.
After that, it was time for a shower together. Washing one another’s bodies. Flirtatious byplay as he continued to look me up and down and I ran my hands across his stomach repeatedly, feeling each bump of his abs.
Warm sleep beckoned after we dried off, and I was just starting to nod off when Rhyse brought one hand up to my breast and started drawing slow circles around my nipple.
“Again?” I asked tiredly. “I might be tapping out this time.”
“Not again,” he said, leaning in to playfully suck on it.
I made pleased noises, enjoying the attention, especially knowing he wasn’t trying for more. Once outside and then another on the bed had been enough for me. For the moment. My pussy needed time to recover from the action his big cock had given it.
“What, then?”
“Just trying to give you some energy.”
“What for?” I asked, not sure I had anything left.
“Well, if you’re up to it,” he said a little awkwardly, “I’d like to take you somewhere.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Where?”
“It’s a secret,” he said coyly. Then he grew serious. “You’d have to be willing to trust me.”
Biting a lip, I watched his face. He was definitely up to something. But the emotions I read off him were nothing dangerous whatsoever. If anything, he was …
No. That didn’t right. Rhyse …nervous? Now, why could that be?
“Stop trying to read my mind,” he said. “Just let me know if you trust me or not.”
I swallowed, licking my lower lip before biting it.
“Okay,” I said, making a decision that would change everything. “I trust you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rhyse
“Well, this is pretty romantic, I have to admit.”
I grinned to myself, basking in the victory.
“You know I can feel that, right? Every bit of that smugness comes through loud and clear.”
“Yyyyep,” I dragged out.
I didn’t care.
Emma laughed from where she lay on the stomach of my dragon as I slowly sculled us through the ocean, gently bobbing with the current as the sun began its final descent below the horizon ahead of us.
I had to admit, perhaps the sovereign had been right after all.
She’d asked me, when I’d visited the day before, if my decision was any different. I’d told her I was still unsure of it all.
It was amazing what could change in such a short time. With the breaching of the boundary between us, the conflict hadbegun to fall away. The dislike of each other swiftly morphed into more than that.
Even when I’d been at the palace, I’d wanted to be back. With Emma. Leaving her hadn’t felt right, but my trip to the palace wasn’t one I wanted her to join me on.
I didn’t want her to see the way everyone stared at me.
