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to his chest, fighting back all the relieved emotions swelling inside her.
When Donovan released her, he rubbed a hand over his chest. “Our hosts must have some good meds.”
She made a sound she hoped passed for agreement.
He sat up. “Damn, I feel great. No pain. Full range of movement.” He shifted his shoulder. “I could eat a horse, but I have loads of energy.”
She sat up as well. “You need some food?”
He nodded.
“Well, why don’t you freshen up? There isn’t much left to eat from what they left me, so I’ll get you something from Sanya’s people.”
He grabbed her hand. “Thanks for being with me, Airen. Without you, I’d be dead.”
She squeezed his fingers, pushing her raging emotions down. She rose from the bed.
“Airen?”
She turned, watching as he lounged on the furs.
“I like your outfit.” He shot her a wide, white smile.
Fighting off a smile, she rolled her eyes and left the room.
Chapter Fourteen
She was so happy that Donovan was okay.
Holding a small plate of food, Airen pushed open the door quietly. He might’ve gone back to sleep.
She froze.
He wasn’t asleep.
He was still washing, standing naked beside the tub.
Heat slammed into her. She’d felt desire before, wanted sex before, but she’d never felt anything like this.
He was all hard muscle and sleek lines. She had a glorious, side-on view of his hard ass and thick, muscled thighs.
Airen let her gaze run over his back, and that beautiful, dark skin. Her hand shook with need and she crouched, setting the food down before she dropped it.
Sensing her, Donovan turned, his gaze meeting hers.
She closed the door behind her. His hand moved, the cloth running over his hard chest, leaving a trail of dampness. He moved lower to his delineated abs.
Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t look away. He washed around his thick cock.
His thick, hardening cock.
“Come here, Airen.” His voice was a deep rumble.
“You’re hungry. I brought food.” By Alqin’s axe, her tongue felt thick.
“I’m hungry, but I don’t want food right now.” He held out a big, strong hand.
Those hands had held her up during this ordeal. They’d earned her trust.
She crossed the room, trembling. She’d never trembled before in her life.
He took her hand and pressed it to his chest. She felt his heart beating hard.
“What do you want, Airen?”
She blinked. Had anyone ever asked her that before? She’d fought hard to become a warrior, but no one had ever asked her what she wanted.
She brought her other hand up, marveling at her pale skin against the dark sheen of his. His strong body made her feel almost delicate, feminine. She went up on her toes and kissed him.
He growled against her lips, and kissed her back.
She slid her arms around his neck, her body pressed against all that naked maleness. His hard cock pressed against her belly.
She tore her mouth away. “I want you. Naked, on the bed, under me.”
At her words, she felt his cock throb.
He smiled. “You giving me orders, Second Commander?”
She pushed him. “Yes.”
This time, she was taking what she wanted.
He obeyed, dropping down, and stretching out on the bed.
Airen’s mouth watered. Oh, that body, that cock. She moved to join him, but he held up a hand.
“Lose the trousers, Airen.” He grinned. “But keep the top.”
She felt humor shoot through her desire. She’d never smiled or felt the need to laugh during sex before. She unfastened the trousers and pushed them down her legs.
Donovan made a strangled sound and she straightened. His hot, gold gaze was on her.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear. He stared at the tiny strip of hair at the juncture of her thighs, and she shifted, her thighs rubbing together. She was so wet.
Then she pressed one knee to the furs. She needed to touch him. Taste him. Staring down at that big muscled body, she felt like she was under a spell.
He stared up at her. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”
Her heart did a little tumble. She reached out and touched his abs, stroking the hard ridges. His hand came up and touched her breasts where they pushed up against the leather. They felt swollen, sensitive.
Airen straddled one of his thick thighs.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are,” he bit out.
She stroked her hands over his chest, and scratched one intriguing nipple. He jerked. She lowered her head and licked the flat nub. He moaned.
His hand gripped her hip, bit in. Then his fingers whispered over her skin, moving between her legs.
She released a breathy moan.