Chapter 42

“My back hurts.” She grumbled in a sleepy voice, her head felt heavy as if her mind were cushioned in cotton. Her back must endure her in this posture. Could he never do the right thing where this woman was concerned? He lowered himself back down and gently worked an arm under her shoulder. Then he hoisted her until she was plastered to his side. She buried her head in the ravine of his neck and lifted her top leg, suiting herself against him like the puzzle piece she’d once honoured.

Then absentmindedly she smoothed her hand over his chest as if assessing the unstable beat against her own.

So trusting she was, so responsible. Rhye thought.

Lily groaned again, but this time… this time, there was no pain in her voice, only pure pleasure as he massaged her shoulder. Such a rich sound. Immediately, his shaft stood at attention, filling, hardening, and readying. Rhye bit his tongue, his fangs sinking deep into the tissue.

"Sweetheart?"

Lily breathed sleepily. She