Chapter 164
Daelan
Patience.
More patience than I've ever had in my life.
I have killed men for less than what I am feeling right now. I have faced monsters, assassins, my own brother. I have stood in the void and stared into the abyss and refused to blink.
But this?
Waiting. Holding still. Feeling her around me, tight and warm and finally—while she adjusts, while she breathes, while she bites my shoulder hard enough I can feel it in my bones?—this is the hardest thing I have ever done.
She runs her fingers along the mark on my shoulder. The skin is numb. I can't feel her touch.
But I can feel everything else.
"Goddess?" I ask, because she has gone quiet, because she is staring at the mark like she didn't expect it to stay.
"I'm okay," she says.
Her legs wrap around my waist. She pulls me deeper.
"Now fuck me."
I don't need to be told twice.
