The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

“You,” he drawled, his voice thick. “You really liked that
reward.”
My forehead rested against his as I struggled to gain
control of my breathing. “A little.”
“A little?” His laugh was like smoke. “You came so hard, I
could feel you through my pants.”
“Oh, my gods.” I choked on a laugh. “That is so…”
“What?” His lips dragged across mine. “Inappropriate?”
“Yes.”
“But it’s true.” He kissed me as he eased me to my feet.
“You can stand? Or have I blown your mind and your
muscles?”
“Your ego is ridiculous. I can stand.” Barely. “And in case
you’re wondering, I would like more of those rewards, please
and thank you.”
A devastating smile appeared, and those two dimples
winked to life. “Although I love hearing the word please spill
from your lips, you never have to say it.”
I grinned as he pulled away. While he turned to grab the
robe, I glanced down. My cheeks heated at the sight of the
two reddish-pink puncture wounds and the swollen skin
around them. Goodness. The mark he left behind was
indecent.
I loved it.
He held the robe for me, and I turned, slipping my arms
through the sleeves. The material was unbelievably soft and
yet lightweight enough that I didn’t think I’d grow heated.
The length was a little long, completely hiding my toes, but
it smelled like him—like pine and spice.
He stepped in front of me, quickly buttoning the two
sides and then tightening the sash. “This looks far better on
you than it ever did on me.”
“I can’t even picture you wearing this.” I looked at the
long, flowing sleeves and flapped my arms.
“I’d rather be naked.” He winked when I raised a brow.
“I’d rather you were naked, too.”