CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

When the bed moved, Lanaya woke up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and raised her head to see Salvetto's relaxed stretch. She owned him. It was the mere idea of it that made her tremble.

Salvetti swung around to face her and stared. As his eyes wandered over her body, the front of his briefs puffed out tremendously. Despite being covered up with one of his shirts, he made Lanaya feel exposed.

A prayer to Lanaya, the gods. As he mumbled, her blood began to boil. "In other words, I need you. What a lot."

She looked down as he leaned in and touched her nose.

"But not just yet. You aren't prepared to deal with my hunger."

Her response was a scowl. Not what you stated at all last night.

Under lashes of obsidian, his golden eyes glowed like pools of scorching pirate gold.

However, she was correct. They had not shared a bed the night before. His preferred position was with his head buried between her knees as she cried and thrashed around in an emotional tangle. She remembered how she'd