Page 63 of The Withering Dawn

We took a moment to look at each other and it was like I was seeing her for the first time. Then she leaned in, sniffing my neck.

“Shall I bathe you?”

I lifted the collar of my shirt, giving it a whiff. I didn’t mind the smell of salt as much as I hated the scent of sweat and grime, but the twinkle in Aeris’s eyes said that wasn’t her point. I narrowed my eyes with a smirk.

“Ahh, you are learning,” I said.

“Learning?”

“To flirt.”

“Was I flirting?”

I frowned. “Do you… truly want to bathe me?”

Her eyes skimmed down the length of my body. “Of course. That’s what I would like to do before…”

She trailed off and again I found myself smirking at her subtle implications.

“I cannot tell if you are suddenly very good at teasing or if you are truly at a loss for words, but either way,” I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I want to thank you for saving me by worshipping your body all over again,” I whispered. “Because the way you shook around my cock the last time has not left my mind.”

Her breath quivered from her lips.

“I can tell,” she whispered back. “Since I tasted you, I can feel you much more than before.”

“Is that so?”

“I know how much you want me right now and it feels… amazing. I wish you could feel me the same way.”

I growled low, unable to resist any longer. I turned, sweeping Aeris off her feet. She yelped, throwing her arms around my neck as I carried her toward my cabin.

“When you want me, you need only say so,” I said.

Her cheeks instantly turned bright red and that alone was enough to fill my cock with need. I could feel it hardening inside my breeches as I kicked my door open.

“When can we expect ye back, cap’n?” Cathal asked with a childish groan.

“When I’m done. Sail for Thorpes, men.”

Before anyone could delay me any longer, I closed the door behind me, shutting out the world and preparing to revel in the only thing that mattered at the moment.