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“All right,” she whispered, deciding to take him at his word.

“Good.” He nodded. “Then I need you to take off your nightgown, baby.”

Sonya bit her lip. He’d seen her naked before—not for very long, though—just when he was getting her dressed in the morning. Still, he couldn’t heal her unless she was as naked as she had been when she was hurt.

Davrik seemed to follow her line of thought.

“This isn’t sexual, baby girl,” he told her. “I just want to heal you and this is the only way. Can you trust me and take off your nightgown?”

Sonya made her choice—she would trust the big Kindred. Despite his great size and immense strength, he had been nothing but kind and gentle to her and she would trust him to continue in the same vein.

“All right,” she whispered. Reaching down, she lifted her nightgown over her head, baring herself for him completely.

Davrik’s pale blue eyes flicked up and down her naked form.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her cheek, which was hot with a blush. “Gods, you’re lovely baby girl!”

“Thank you,” Sonya whispered. She fought the urge to cover her breasts or hide her sex with her hands. After all, he might as well see the areas he was going to be licking.

“Tell me where it hurts,” Davrik murmured. “Show me where you need to be healed, baby girl.”

Sonya bit her lip again. So they were really going to do this. He was really going to lick her everywhere she was hurting. It was embarrassing and incredibly hot at the same time.

But it’s not sexual, she reminded herself sternly. Davrik says it’s not. He’s just going to heal me—that’s all.

“Here.”

She pointed to the soft skin right above her breasts.

Without a word, Davrik ducked his head and lapped the stinging area gently, bathing the wounded spot with his tongue.

His tenderness made Sonya’s breath catch in her throat. Though she had been miserable and crying just a few minutes ago, she felt her heart flutter in her chest. It occurred to her that his warm, cedar and spice scent was even stronger than usual. It seemed to draw her to him and make her want to be close to him in every way. But she was already sitting naked on his lap—how much closer could she get?

“Also here,” she murmured, pointing to her left breast.

“Let’s get you in a better position so I can reach you,” Davrik rumbled. He lifted her as though she weighed no more than a doll and got her to straddle his lap. Then he ducked his head again and lapped gently at her breast, though he avoided her nipple.

But Sonya found she didn’t want him to avoid it. Clearly he was trying to be a gentleman and just heal her without the sexual component and she appreciated that. After what Grox had done to her, she shouldn’t want anything to do with men for a long time and Davrik must know it. But his warm scent and the feeling of his tongue bathing her skin seemed to wake something up inside her—a hunger that had long been dormant.

“Please…I hurt here too,” she whispered breathlessly and pointed at her nipple.

“You’re sure, baby girl?” Davrik murmured, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes—I’m sure.” Sonya nodded and thrust out her chest, offering her breast to him again.

“All right,” he rumbled and, putting out his tongue, he gave her nipple a long, slow lick.

“Oh!” Sonya gave a little gasp and pressed forward, wanting to get closer, wanting more. “You…you can suck it if…if you want to,” she told him, her voice coming out breathless and soft.

Davrik looked into her eyes for a moment, as though being certain she wanted this. Then, never breaking her gaze, he took her tight nipple into his mouth and sucked long and hard.

Sonya moaned and wiggled in his lap. She could feel the sharp points of his fangs bracketing her tight point and she loved the way his cooling Essence immediately erased the stinging pain she’d been having in this sensitive area. But even more, she could feel the deep suction of his hot mouth—the sparks of pleasure as he drew on her nipple, seemed to travel straight down to her pussy, which was already getting extremely wet.

“Oh…oh, yes,” she moaned as he continued to lick and suck her tight point. “Yes, Davrik—that feels so good!”

He let her nipple slip from his lips, much to her disappointment.

“Call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ when I taste you this way,” he rumbled. “Does it feel better, baby girl? Do you feel healed?”

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