I continue with his face, meticulously cleaning each wound. I do the two stitches on his eyebrow quickly and efficiently. He doesn’t flinch at all; in fact, Killian hardens beneath me, growing in his pants.
I suppress a little giggle.
He raises an eyebrow—the one that didn’t need stitches—questioning and amused by my laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“That Demyan gave you the equivalent of Russian Viagra.”
“He’s crazy. I don’t understand why he gave me those pills.”
“He thinks you’re gay, Killian.”
A low, rough laugh escapes him, making me laugh too.
“If he knew that only you make me hard, he’d have a heart attack, Katyonak.”
I smile and lean in, hiding my face in his neck. I bury my nose under his jaw and breathe in his scent. So good. So damn good. He wraps his arms around my back in a
