Nyx's POV
I should have told him to stop, should have reminded us both of everything between us, the blood, the sword, the body I'd cradled while it went cold.
"Don't stop."
The words came out before I could swallow them, and I hated myself for it.
He groaned, low and rough, and pulled me back against him. His hand slid down from my hip, fingers trailing along my thigh until he reached the hem of my nightdress. He paused there, giving me one last chance to change my mind.
I didn't.
His fingers slipped under the fabric, skating up my bare thigh. The touch was light, teasing, and I arched back against him, wanting more even as I dug my nails into my own palm to remind myself who he was.
"I've thought about this," he said against my neck. His lips dragged across my skin, and I felt goo
