Fuck. I pressed my thighs together as I sent my reply.
I mean, guilty, but…Gods. Why do I like it so much when you call me that?
His response, naturally, was immediate.
Because you are one?
Fucking Hel.
Only for you.
Only ever for you, Captain,I thought to myself as heat continued to pool between my legs, thinking of every other time he’d called me his whore over these last few days.
There we go. There's that ego stroke I was looking for.
I couldn’t help but smile.
I miss that smart mouth of yours, Captain.
Oh yeah? Just my mouth?
Among other things.
I was missing so much more than just his mouth right now.
Color me intrigued, Asher. Tell me more.
And give up this air of mystery and intrigue? Never.
It was far too much fun to tease him, even from afar. Especially from afar, knowing there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it right now.
Don't make me beg, sweetheart. Not when you'd rather be the one doing the begging.
Gods, I hate you.
How much longer was he going to make me wait? Tormenting and teasing me with the whispers of a promise, hints that he might finally be ready to exchange a darker, deeper pact between our bodies.
No,you really fuckin' don't. We've been over this. Now stop stalling and tell me what you've been missing tonight. Clearly, you're not missing my scent if you're still covered in it. You're missing my mouth and trust me…It's missing you, too. What else? Be a good girl and maybe I'll tell you exactly what I wish this mouth was doing right now.
The Fates were cruel bastards. Kieran was crueler.
I mean, I think I can guess…I’m a quick study and skilled in the interpretation of context clues.
My fingers drifted between my legs all the same after I sent that note back to him, wondering exactly what he meant, and all too willing to indulge in the possibilities.
Wouldn't you much rather I describe it to you in detail? I know you're already playing with that pretty little pussy of yours.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
I swear to fucking gods, if you’re creeping in a window or lurking in the Shadows or some shit, Vistarii…
How did he know? How did this bastard know methisfucking well? I had barely even…Gods.
You wish. Alas, I am at home. In my bed, which feels entirely too large without you next to me, but I'll survive. Now tell me how much you miss my cock.
This man was devious, but two could play that game.
I think I'll tell you how much I miss your fingers first. They're so very skillful.