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"Ash." Her small hand catches my arm. "Thank you. For protecting me."
I cover her hand with mine, allowing myself this small touch, and startle at the sparks that dance across my skin. With a sharp nod, I turn and leave.
12
ROSE
“How long was I out this time?” I ask, walking out into the dimly lit living area and glancing toward the darkened sky outside.
Not that it ever gets bright here. Just less dark.
Ash swirls the glass of amber liquid in his hand and looks up from his spot on the couch, eyeing me curiously.
“About a day. Just less. How are you feeling?”
My eyes dart to the new door, which somehow looks even more solid and impenetrable than the last one. At least, I hope it is.
“Glad to see we have a door again.”
Ash regards me curiously. I’m surprised at how steady I feel.
“I’m fine. After what I saw, I’m quietly confident that the three of you have this handled.” Swallowing, I’m struggling to admit the real reason, but he deserves to hear it for keeping me safe. “I know you can protect me. I’m not worried once you’re here.”
One side of his mouth quirks up into a smug smile, and there’s something familiar about it.
I stop moving toward him, nerves suddenly bubbling up inside me, as I glance at the couch where he’s lounging so casually.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this relaxed, except…
I freeze, images of our bodies writhing together on this very piece of furniture bombarding me. It feels as if it happened just minutes ago. There’s no stopping the shocked gasp that falls from my lips as I recall, in vivid technicolour, how his lips met my sex and brought me to heights I never knew possible.
It was just a dream, but it feels so real.
Blushing, I grip the front of my gown as though holding it a little tighter will erase the sight and taste of my dripping pussy from his memory.
“Something wrong, little Rose?” he asks, a wicked gleam in his eye as though he can tell the tawdry turn my mind has taken. “Sleeping well these days?”
Forcing my shoulders back and some air into my lungs, I will my racing heart to calm down and continue forward.
Don’t be ridiculous,I chastise myself.He has no way of knowing about a silly dream. He can just see you’re acting weird.
“Yes. Quite well,” I say primly, once again, panicking when he pats the end of the sofa near him.
“Sit. You must be famished after going so long without something to eat.” His heated gaze falls to my lips, and I swear, I hear a low rumble coming from his chest as he continues to stare at my mouth.
As I sit, I run my palm along the fabric, remembering the feel of it against my bare back as he spread me wide and devoured me, teasing and playing with me until I shattered, completely at his mercy.
Even now, my core feels tight, and I still have a few butterflies dancing around in my belly.
I can’t stop staring at him.
When he leans forward to place his glass on the table, an uncontrollable urge comes over me to touch his horns, to see if it really does elicit the same reaction I imagined in my dreams.
“Something you want to ask me?” His voice is low and husky as he notices my fixation on the curved black protrusions.
“I… can you feel them? Or are they like nails, where they’re just there but don’t provide any feeling?”
A knowing smile spreads across his face, and I get a flashback of his proud features looking down at me after I came on his mouth.
