He had pulled her hand away from the sheet, his tongue flickering over the deep cuts her claws had dug into it, swallowing the blood as the cuts sealed up almost instantly, a groan of pleasure slipping past his lips.
A wave of dizziness hit her and whatever it was tha he had said about how her blood tasted, she couldn't process it.
In the next second, Zezi found her back pressed against the bed. Shocked, she immediately tried to sit up, but leaned back almost instantly when she found the King's face to be hovering slightly over hers, his knees caging her to a particular spot.
The thundering of her heart was certainly loud enough to block his ears, but that scent of longing from her made it worth it.
"I could mark you, Zezi."
His words reminded her of the night of the Full moon. The way he had held her close to him, the way she had clung to him in return, pulled him closer anytime he moved away.
How she had begged for him to take her.