As Cahir carried her toward the corner, Katia felt like she was melting into him.
There was no comfortable bed waiting, just their discarded clothes, which Cahir had carelessly spread on the ground. The blood-stained, dust-covered fabric looked utterly crude.
Cahir laid her down on the pile of clothes, then tried to pry her arms and legs from around him.
But Katia didn't want to let go.
A fierce craving burned in her core, a primal force driving her to cling to him, kiss him, embrace him. She wanted to crawl inside his skin and merge with him completely.
So when Cahir pulled her hands away, Katia immediately wrapped them around him again. She sat up and kissed him first.
"Wait." Cahir growled, his voice thick with restrained agony.
"I want you," Katia panted.
She
