THIRTY-EIGHT

We were tearing off our clothes in record time. I tried to take off my gown by raising it above my head but the bodice was too tight and would not budge. Asena growled some curses as she tried to make me force the cloth off.

“Calm down.” Cahir held my hand to stop me from ripping off my dress.

“I can’t,” I groaned in frustration, energized as if I wasn’t about to black out less than an hour ago. “I want you,” Asena growled at me, urging me to rip off the dress but Cahir flipped me on my back before I started to struggle again.

I felt the heat of his body as he straddled my thighs, dragging my zipper down. The cool air on my back made me crave the warmth of his skin again. He kissed the side of my neck with a growl vibrating from his chest as he pressed against me from behind.

“Look at that creamy skin.” He left wet kisses down my back while pulling my zipper. “Relax.” The command in his voice made me still. I hadn’t known I was arching off the bed in a desperate attempt to be closer t