“Shh, it’s okay, Kajo. I am right here.”
He settled back down as soon as he was able to verify it was me. He reached a hand out to me and I squeezed it. The spark between us felt more like a slow burn, as though it knew he couldn’t handle much of a jolt.
“You saved me.” He smiled, his eyes closing again, seeming satisfied that I was alive and well. He licked his lips and I held a straw to his lips for him to suck on. He seemed so small, so childlike, so vulnerable and open.
“You saved me first.” I smiled back, even though his eyes were closing again. “In fact, I think this counts as you saving me twice.”
He tried to open his eyes, but the pain medicine was too strong. He was slipping back unconscious. “Well…then…you owe me...”
“How do I make it up to you?”
There was a long silence and I was sure he had gone back to sleep. Then he opened his eyes and looked right at me, with a sleepy smile.
“Be my Queen.”
My heart beat so rapidly I was afraid it would leave my chest. Before I could reply, he was back asleep and I was left to stare, stunned, up at the ceiling.
I could be a Queen.
Eleven
Daphne
Our hands were still clasped together when I awoke that morning. I looked over at Kajo, the soft rays of sun breaking across his face, highlighting his scar, but somehow making it seem gentler. I squeezed his hand and his eyes fluttered open. The bandage on his bare shoulder had bled a little in the night and there was a red mark against his flesh toned sealant.
“Let me redress your wound.”
“That’s what the doctors are for, Daphne.”
“I know, I know. But I like taking care of you…”
“One week and you haven’t let me get out of your bed. You are ravenous,” he joked. I stuck my tongue out at him.
“You would be so lucky.”
“Will I?”
I didn’t look at him but felt my face flushing. I kept fiddling with the bandage-laying tools. It was a kind of suction spray that I had never seen on Earth.
“Will you what?”
“Will I get lucky one of these nights?” Kajo reached over and grabbed my wrist. The spark we still were getting used to coursed through us, igniting that fire, and stripping away my breath.
“You were hurt only a week ago, Kajo. I don’t want to hurt you…”
He laughed and it was a genuine laugh. One I never would have thought to hear from him when I had met him as a fierce, intimidating Beast King who abducted me, while also saving me.
“Daphne…” I refused to look at him. Somehow, I couldn’t get my fingers to work. Kajo pulled on my wrist, then moved aside the bandaging material. “Daphne…put that down. We will likely need it again in a moment.”
I looked at his hands as they guided my hands to his bare chest. We had been sleeping next to each other for the last few nights, since his release from the hospital, and I had hardly left his side. Even though he was a King and had dozens of servants to wait on him, and an entire planet sending him prayers and adoration, I was the one that he let change his bandages, who was able to bring him his meals, who read to him, who laughed and joked and playfully touched him, just to feel that electric shock.
Now, he set my hands on his pecs and brought one of my legs around, so I was straddling his waist. Why do I feel so bashful?
“It’s because you want this as much as I do…and that’s okay…”
I still hadn’t adjusted to the fact that he could read my mind. He had promised to keep it to a minimum, but I also knew it was a skill he couldn’t easily turn off. He explained that, since I was human, I kept my thoughts on the shallowest levels. It was like all my thoughts were magazine covers; they were meant to catch the mind’s eye.
He left my hands on his chest and rubbed his hands down my thighs. He squeezed them in tighter around his sides. He brushed his fingers up my back, sending a trill of desire through my body, all the way up to my throat and stealing away my breath. He found the little blue ribbon on my neck and back that held my top on and he slowly, ever so slowly, pulled at it.
The thin fabric fell away, leaving a wispy pile on his stomach. My breasts were revealed for him to admire. And he did. He stared at them, a smile parting his lips. My cheeks flushed even further. He reached up and touched my red cheeks and I couldn’t help but nuzzle into his hand. His other hand cupped first one breast, then the other. He tweaked the nipples in a moment of play and I yelped a sweet gasp and smacked his hand away.
“You don’t like that?”
My mind was a blur, I had to get myself under control. I was giddy, silly, feeling like I was being touched for the first time.
So, I moved his hands to my waist, then leaned forward over him, so my nipples dragged up his chest. Then I hovered them over his face.
“I would prefer if you do that with your mouth.”
He grinned at me, then squeezed them both with his hands, taking one into his mouth, sucking in, flicking it with his tongue. He bit down on the nipple, teasing it, twisting sideways gently. Then he moved to the next and did the same, sucking, flicking, biting, nibbling…All the while kneading my breasts.
I squeezed his waist tight with my knees, when he released my breasts and then shimmied back, so I was straddling him. He was wearing tight little boxer briefs and I still had my panties and shorts on.
I stood up
