“On your knees,” he drawled.
Why? You want to pretend I’m another female?
I turned onto my knees with a huff, swallowing that question at the tip of my tongue. What if he said yes? That would sting a lot. It has always been about my body, never me. With Revandrel, I would rather not know.
I looked back over my shoulder at him.
Revandrel met my gaze.
I held myself perfectly still, even suspended my breath, as he worked himself inside my body.
It was a tight fit, and he cursed all the way.
When he was fully seated inside me, I exhaled on a shudder. I felt full.
Revandrel leaned over me, his body covering mine. Almost invisible shivers ran through him now and then—small, betraying shakes of his pleasure or restraint or both.
We did not speak. No words were needed.
His thrusts beg
