KISSERA BIT HER LIP while staring at him with those golden eyes he could drown in. His erection stiffened while his inner demon rumbled approval. Settle down, you bastard.
Luc headed downstairs, no particular destination in mind. He wanted her close, yet wasn't comfortable with her seeing him this way. Foolish. She carried him out of Hell and looked after him for three nights. She'd dressed his wounded arm. Through a painful haze, he heard her gentle voice reading to him some story in Portuguese. The words slipped from her lips in a musical sing song. She only stopped to wipe sweat from his brow or adjust the blanket. When she thought he slept, she whispered desperate prayers to a Blessed Mother he never knew she worshipped.
The towel wasn't necessary, but Kissera seemed to have an aver
