“You could have been hurt more or killed for nothing.”
He sighs, shaking his head. “Hazen, read that book and how you would explode from power when you locked the door. Everyone understood that I would try to freeze you if the Gates of Hell were opened. Thorne took me, and we waited until you came out, and I froze you as soon as the gates locked.”
My eyes water.
“It was my idea. I wanted to try everything I could to keep you safe. I… I would rather die knowing we did everything we could for you.”
I stare at him. He has the worst frostbite that doctors have ever seen, all to try to save me. Unlike the last time I saw him, he had color in his ivory skin, and there wasn’t a gaping hole in his chest with a dagger. Slowly, I move to him and run my fingers over his chest. “I am so sorry that you were—”
He grabs my hand, and the cold feels fantastic on my hand right now. “Please, don’t blame yourself. I should be saying sorry and, on my knees, begging for you to forgive me.”
I shake my head, but he steps from the bed, pushing me onto it. “Inarian lay down.”
He drops to his knees before me and presses his head right on my legs. “Please, fucking forgive me. I have done ridiculous shit, and hurting you was far worse.”
“You were tortured.”
He locks eyes with me. “I would die for you tenfold.”
He would die for me… I stare at him, examining his face. Scars from the telum have stayed, leaving one on his cheek. I reach forward, running my finger over it before brushing his lips. “I truly like you on your knees.”
He smirks and moves closer to me, running his hands on the sides of my thighs.
“And you said you would never bow for me.”
He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Asura… I want you to be mine.”
I swallow at his words. “Well, a good start is on your knees.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me to the end, breathing right into my core. A gasp escapes me. His fingers run up the scars on my ankle and leg before stopping between my knees. “Tell me to stop.”
I didn’t want to. Heat is pooling at my core. I know he can smell my arousal.
“Please, let me have you,” he begs.
“Say sorry for everything.” I spread my legs more, exposing myself to him. His eyes drop, and a gasp escapes his parted lips.
His dark eyes meet mine as he licks his lips. “I’m so sorry for being a fucking asshole to you when in reality, I wanted you every moment I was around you.”
His cold breath has me shivering. My fingers run through his dark curls.
“I’m so sorry I denied you; us. I’m sorry that I was bribed to be your hellhound. I’m sorry I touched myself to you every night instead of giving in.”
A moan escapes me as I think about him coming into his palm, wishing it was my pussy. His cold lips are on my knee before traveling up. His hands push up my hospital gown, and I let him.
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness or your taste.”
I push my hips closer to him, feeling his cold breath against my pussy. “But do you want it?”
He nods.
“Words, Inarian. Tell me you want my pussy. Tell me you want to taste it and come in me.”
His eyes close for a moment. “I’m… Are you satisfied? Why do you need to hear that, too?”
“Say it.”
His eyes lock with mine as he leans forward. “I need you, and you’re beautiful—” he says, eyes dropping. “Pussy.” His begging has me damn near dripping.