Page 395 of Primal Bonds

His gaze slid from hers. His mouth opened, closed. Because he couldn’t bring himself to deny it. What else could this hot ache crowding his chest be?

“That’s okay.” She snuggled closer again. “I can wait for you to say it.”

After that, they fell asleep, spooned on the bench together, his front to her back. But sometime in their dreams, they turned to each other. Adric woke with his hand on Rosana’s breast, his tongue deep in her mouth. He was much better, his battered body nearly healed.

Rosana’s eyes were closed but she was sucking on his tongue.

“Angel?” He nuzzled her neck. “You awake?”

“Mm-hmm.” She tugged at the hem of the borrowed shirt.

He dragged it off and removed his pants while she wriggled out of her own clothes. He made a rough bed of their clothing on the stone floor and laid her down on it before coming over her. She moaned and bent her legs up. But even with their clothes as a cushion, he was conscious of the hard rock beneath her. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him.

She bent up a leg, rested it on his thigh. His cock brushed against her warm nest of hair, and he closed his eyes in pleasure.

“You’re better?” She touched the bump on his temple.

He nodded. “I have a small healing Gift. I had to draw on my quartz, though, so I won’t be able to shift for a few hours.”

She traced the scruff on his jaw. “You know, I still haven’t seen your cougar.”

“He’s here.” And wide awake.

“He is?” She looked deep into his eyes before giving a satisfied nod. “So’s my dolphin.”

“Did I tell you how pretty she is?” He turned his head, sucked her wandering finger into his mouth.

Her breath hitched. “Uh-uh.”

He rolled his tongue around her finger before releasing it to wrap his arms around her. “She’s strong, graceful. Like you.”

“You think?” She scooted closer, plastering that long, curvy body against his.

“Yeah.” He smoothed a hand down her ass. Damn, she had a fine butt, round and firm, the skin like satin.

She nibbled on his earlobe, teasing the gold stud with her tongue. “In the summer,” she said, as if there was no doubt whatsoever that they’d both escape the night fae, “we have to go for a swim together. My dolphin’s skin is very sensitive—she’ll want to rub all over you. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

His dick jumped. Mind? The thought of a wet, naked Rosana rubbing all over him sounded like his idea of paradise.

“No,” he managed to say. “I wouldn’t mind at all. As long as you promise to swim with me as a human, too.”

“It’s a deal.”

“Naked.”

A throaty chuckle. “Oh, I will be. I love to feel the water flowing over my bare skin.”

He swore. “Have mercy, woman.”

She gave a gleeful laugh—and pressed her mouth to his. When his lips parted, her tongue slid in, just a bit, sending a hot shiver down his spine.

She teased him with small tastes and nips until he groaned and sucked her tongue deeper. Kissing the breath out of her—and himself as well. Even in the dank, musty cell, her scent had a hint of fresh water.

When he finally came up for oxygen, she drew a serrated breath. Her eyes seared into his, the deep blue streaked with sea-green. “I love you.”

His heart stumbled. “Rosana. I can’t—”

“I’m not asking you to mate-claim me. But I wanted you to know. In case—” She moved a shoulder.

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