The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

finger, against his mouth. The sight of me churning against
him became branded in my mind. The sight of the muscles
in his upper arm flexing and tensing as his hand moved
between his legs was imprinted on my skin. His lashes
swept up, and his gaze locked with mine as his arm made
quick and jerky, hard movements and pushed me over the
edge. I came apart, screaming his name as he gave a
hoarse shout against my skin. I shattered, over and over,
breaking into pleasure-wrapped shards. The release was
devastating and glorious in its intensity, coming in on
endless waves that left me boneless against the tile. When
he eased his finger out of me, tiny bursts of pleasure still
sparked through me.
His lips curled into a smile against my swollen flesh.
“Honeydew.”
Casteel wrapped a towel around me. Before I could take
one step, he lifted me into his arms.
I grasped one shoulder. “I can walk.”
“I know.” He carried me into the shadow-filled
bedchamber.
“This is not necessary.”
“Everything that has to do with you is necessary.”
Casteel deposited me on the bed, and within a heartbeat,
he had me stretched out on my side and was seated beside
me. He was fully and unabashedly naked while I was still
wrapped in the fluffy towel. “So, how did you enjoy your first
shower?”
My cheeks warmed as I grinned. “It was very…lifechanging.”
“Agreed.” One side of his lips curved up as he reached
over, tucking a strand of my wet hair back from my face.