Page 45 of Craze

“Sevrin made me carve it.” I blink in the spray that leaps off of his proud chest. “He likes torturing living things to see what they do. It’s his demented form of psychological experimentation.”

Craze slumps and braces his forearms on the rocks over my head. “And the burns?”

“A few are from him. Most are from the attack on Earth Minor.” I can’t figure out why he’s so upset. “It’s all in the past. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” he rumbles.

I press myself against the warm, wet rock, bracing myself. I switch off and acknowledge his upset is over me being hurt.I’m freaking out because he’s powerful, but that doesn’t mean he’s evil. Nothing has suggested he is.It’s just not easy to change gut reactions after years of training.

“You shy away from me, from those who want only to keep you safe.” Craze’s eyes blaze to life with storming light. Even his digibadge glows brighter. “They scarred you in another way.”

“Nothing I can do about that but try to let it go and move on so I can do what is necessary for my friends.”

He rests his forehead to mine. “I admire that, Navi. But I see that we have a lot of work to do. Will you trust me, just for a moment? I won’t hurt you.”

I study his virile body, his contours accented by the blue light over the shower and the way the water rolls down his synthskin. His attention is unwavering, like he can’t think about anything else. I can’t bring myself to say yes because I don’t know what’s on his mind. I won’t fight you, but I can’t say that I won’t run.

Fair enough.Craze lowers his head until his hot breath warms my neck. His lips find my ear, sending a titillating wave down my shoulder. But as his teeth graze my neck and nibble their way around to my shoulder, I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. His hot tongue glides up my throat until he’s face-to-face with me again.

The numbness in my body slips away with every affectionate move of his mouth over my skin.

Craze sweeps his lips over mine. “I do not understand how they could harm your gorgeous body. It infuriates me that they would think it amusing to make you do such torturous things to yourself. So I would like to reverse that and show you how good you can feel. But I need your permission.”

I stutter through the tingling heat he evokes in my core. My pussy slicks, as my mind races through possibilities. “Is that some sort of Titan thing?”

“For others. I am choosing to ask.”

His power and sultry words make me weak in the knees.

Craze’s eyes close. He inhales deeply despite the hot rain pouring over us.

Craze>>Navi: I just need permission.

I laugh softly in disbelief. But when he opens his eyes, there is only sincerity and determination.

I switch off so I can think in privacy, and a flash of hurt crosses his gaze.I’d be crazy to say no, right? He clearly wants me.It’s hard to believe something good can be real.But that was my old life.

Navi>>Craze: Permission—

Craze scans between my eyes like he’s suddenly facing his ultimate fate. To think I have so much pull in his world when he’s basically immortal, I realize I can’t throw his attention aside like it means nothing. And as much as the unknown scares me, I’m ready to move on.

Navi>>Craze: Granted.

A hungry growl comes from deep inside of him. Craze’s hands travel down my sides as he slowly takes a knee. His lips find every scar on the way down. Then his tongue maps every curve until I am afire with his touch.

Craze glides his tongue up my navel and curls it around a breast while his hand massages the other. He pinches and flicks one bud while his teeth eagerly graze my chest.

When his fingers slink lower and find my delicate folds my folds drip in anticipation. My body is alive, and Craze is in control.

He runs a thumb over my clit, igniting a deep need that makes me grab his burly shoulders to steady myself.

Craze finds the string of scars on my thigh from the scalpel Sevrin loved so much. His fingers explore my folds while he kisses every single line in my skin.

Craze>>Navi: You are the most stunning and toughest creature I know.

Then he dips a fingertip inside of me, and I can’t stop myself from clenching around him.

A triumphant rumble leaves his throat. Craze wraps his arms between my legs, lifts them over his shoulders, and braces me against the wall.

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