Page 58 of Conquering the King of Storms

But I would definitely protest his shame.

“Stop, Sirus.” My voice was breathy, but the command was something I knew he wouldn’t ignore.

He withdrew his lips from my throat, and his knee from between my thighs.

Our eyes met—his gorgeous lavender orbs staring at mine hotly.

“You’re still angry at yourself for what happened in the cave,” I stated.

He didn’t reply, but that was an answer in and of itself.

“If you’re not going to let me touch you, you don’t get to touch me. I can’t force you to move on or stop feeling shame—or accept my words as the truth when I tell you that I love what happened. But if we’re not going to be on the same page about what’s happening between us physically, thennothingis going to happen between us physically. I’ve had more than enough one-sided sex in my life, and it hurts a lot longer than it actually feels good.”

His eyes heated further—but this time, with fury.

Wind whipped at both of us, but he said nothing.

“Talk to me,” I urged him. “Tell me what you think and feel about what I said.”

His jaw clenched. “The thought of you with another man makes me want to destroy.”

A bit of our blanket hit me in the face, flapping wildly in the wind. I ignored it.

“Destroy what?”

“Steven. Your world. Everything. I don’t know.”

I had to fight a smile at that answer.

“I want to know about you and Steven. Everything about you and Steven. What you did, how you did it, where you did it…”

“Those all sound like sex questions,” I pointed out.

“Theyaresex questions. Knowing that he’s been inside you, taken your body in places I can’t even imagine…” Sirus shuddered, and a hot flash of air whipped me in the arm. Hiseyes started to glow for a second—the sexy kind of glow, not the insane kind.

I took his face in my hands, and kissed him.

He slowly relaxed as we made out, until his body was on mine and we were aligned perfectly.

“You don’t need to know every detail about my past,” I told him, as I pulled away. My eyes closed when I saw that his weren’t glowing anymore. “But I can tell you a little, if you want.”

“I want.” His growl made my lips quirk upward slightly.

“Fine. You can ask me three questions.”

There was a long pause. The wind slowed a lot, its presence becoming a soft, calming one instead of a wild one.

I knew Sirus was trying to decide what questions to ask.

Finally, he asked, “How often were you physically together, and for how many years?”

Oof.

Good one.

“About three years. At first, it was almost every day, and I enjoyed it. By the end, it was only once a week, and I dreaded it.”

“Why did you dread it?” That question came out so fast that I figured he would probably be cursing himself for not thinking it through.

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