Chrystal wanted to take back the last parts of her statement as Castian tilted his head back down, amusement flickering across his chiseled features.
“I told you, little Luna,” he droned, taking slow steps toward her, his soaked clothes clinging to his powerful frame in ways that made her breath catch despite her determination to remain unaffected, “I can’t have that, for the very practical reasons of my personal safety.”
Something stirred in Chyrstal as she gazed up at the muscular, ripped body before her.
Before, at the clearing, she had noticed the weapon that had been honed for battle, for survival, but now, after all the touching, holding, breathing, her mind was analyzing as it always did, but this time was assessing something very different.
Something that should have been r
