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Icouldn’t hold on much longer, not while he slid in and out of me like that, and my body loosened, desperate to let go with every pulse to our rhythm.
“Thendon’t,”Iwhispered, breathless as he grabbed the side of my face, pushing his mouth back onto mine, his tongue sweet as ripe melon on a summer day.
Weended there together in cries of passion, two lovers separated by time and memories, returning to our old ways right where we belonged.
Chapter51
Rev
“Doyou think we’ve learned our lesson?”Karuswhispered to me, her head on my chest, one glorious long leg sprawled across my waist in a possessive hold.Herfinger traced the liberum mark on my wrist, her touch light and caressing.Ourbodies lay bare next to the fire as it crackled and sparked.
“Hmm?”
Ihad felt myself drifting off, the events of the day exhausting me, physically and emotionally, butIwanted so badly to stay awake.IfIwas awake, then it couldn’t be a dream—a nightmare, haunting me as it always had.Ihad dreamt time and again of holding her while she was away.Whileshe had forgotten me,Icould not escape her.AndIdidn’t want to.
Butit had been torture.
Thosedreams of her, of us, together like this.
Iwas glad she couldn’t see my face.
“Iwas just thinking…we said we’d meet them in the dining hall for dinner, just likeIhad promised all those years ago.”Shelifted her head to look at me, biting her lip. “And, if you remember,Inever showed.”
“Ifyou keep doing that,I’llbar the door so you can never leave it.”
“Keepdoing what?”
“Bitingyour lip.It’stantalizing.”
Shechuckled and stretched her body against mine.
Yes, this was torture.
“Weshould probably go before they come pounding at the door.Itwouldn’t be right, would it?Tostay here all night?I’mmuch older now, after all.Surely,I’vematured in that time.”
Shekissed my chest in short, quick brushes andIstruggled not to touch her.Ifwe were ever going to leave this room,Ishouldn’t start touching her.
“CanIdress you?”
“What?”
“CanIdress you?Pickout what you’ll wear to this evening’s dinner with my closest friends?Imust present you to them, and say, ‘Hello, this is my lover, theBaronofFelgren—isn’t he lovely?’”
Mychest heaved in laughter andIcaught her by the waist, lifting her over my torso, running my fingers down her bare hips, tracing my favorite lines of growth there. “Andwhat would you have theBaronofFelgrenwear?”
Shelowered her bare chest down on mine, andIstirred in exquisite torment, lifting a hand to her chestnut hair streaked with white.
“I’dhave you wear something that fit,BaronRevich.Yourclothes are too loose these days.”
“I…Idon’t have much of an appetite, honestly.”
“Hmm,Isee.Andthese dark circles under your eyes?”
“Idon’t sleep well, either.”
Shetouched my face, understanding whatIcouldn’t say.
Forseven yearsIcouldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep—Ihad barely lived, a shell of a man, broken, but never losing hope.
