Sigh. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt—at least until I learn how to control this mind-reading curse.
I steal a glance at her.
She's dozing off beside my bed, chin propped on her palm. Her long ash-gray hair falls like a silk curtain across her shoulder, catching faint rays of morning light. Yesterday must've drained her.
God, she's beautiful.
Soft pink lips. Skin pale and smooth like porcelain. Heart-shaped face that belongs in a damn painting. Her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath, covered modestly by her loose robe, but there's no mistaking their volume… or the little mole that peeks out on the upper curve of her left breast like a deliberate mark of seduction.
I shift under the blanket.
Yeah… I need to see her ass.
I tilt slightly. There it is—her backside. That curve, that fullness wrapped tightly in that plain cloth—it's a masterpiece. Maybe I really am an ass man after all. Ha. I laugh inwardly.
But… something's odd.
No pain.
I wiggle my right toes. They move.
No numbness. No paralysis.
What the fuck?
I should be bedridden with a shattered leg. And yet, I feel more alive than ever. Thank you, you bitch-god in the sky. Starter pack perk? Or that "natural-death-in-twelve-years" clause?
Whatever. Future problem.
Right now, my top priority is finding my wife—Rez Malve.
I pretend to stir. Shift the blanket off slowly, bracing against the headboard.
" dear!" she gasps, startled awake. Her voice cracks, and within seconds, tears stream down her cheeks.
"The nurse wasn't lying…" she whispers with a broken smile.
What is this ache in my chest? Am I not supposed to manipulate her? Be the cold tactician in a gold-digger's shell? So why the fuck does my heart clench when I see her cry?
Is this… the predecessor's emotions leaking into me? It must be. That's the only explanation.
Still, if she's going to act sweet, I'll dig deeper.
"Sorry, Rez," I murmur, voice low, cracking just enough to sound sincere. "Maybe this is it for us. What can I even do for you… as a crippled, useless man?"
Now show me your true colors, woman. Walk away. Prove me right.
She freezes. Then stands tall.
"What did you say?" she demands, eyes shining with heat. "No meaning? You don't get to decide that. I do."
Damn it. Not the reaction I planned.
Her gaze hardens. "You stayed with me when I had nothing. You comforted me when the world abandoned me. And now you think I'll leave you behind?"
I clench my jaw. I didn't expect this loyalty.
Time for a different approach.
"Thought-reading—activate," I whisper inside.
The pressure slams into my skull—but I brace through it.
Does he not see it? That he saved me first? That I've loved no one else since? I don't care if he's broken. I'll carry him. Love isn't about ability—it's about presence. And he… he's mine.
I blink. Her thoughts are raw, unfiltered, aching.
Fuck.
I rise from bed, legs firm beneath me.
"Elish!" she exclaims, rushing to steady me. "Don't stand—you're still—!"
I pull her into my chest.
She trembles against me.
"It's okay," I whisper. "Your love… healed me."
I inhale deeply. That scent. Lavender and something wild—feral, like heat and longing had a scent of their own.
I lean in, breath tickling her ear.
"Tell me, love… did your body miss me?"
My hand glides along her waist. She shivers, lips parting with a quiet gasp.
"W-what are you doing…? You feel… different…"
"I am different." I smirk, brushing her earlobe with my lips before giving it a gentle nibble.
"N-noh… Elish… please…" she stammers, knees buckling slightly. "You're being bold…"
"Bold?" I echo. "No, love. This is real. I'm awake."
My hand slides behind her and cups her ass firmly.
She yelps, pushing lightly against my chest. "N-not there—!"
I lean down, biting her neck softly. "Why not? You have a heavenly pair back here. Do you want me to worship it?"
She gasps as I kneel behind her, fingers tugging her robe loose. The fabric falls with a whisper, revealing bare thighs and full hips. Her underwear is soaked.
"Mmm… were you this wet watching over me?"
"No! I mean—I didn't… I didn't touch myself!"
"Of course you didn't." I grin, kissing just above her inner thigh.
"Elish… that's dirty…"
"It's you. There's nothing dirty about you."
I lift her leg slightly, pressing my mouth between her thighs. Her hands grip my hair, trembling.
"Ahhn… Elish—wait—don't lick that place—!"
But I do.
I lick slowly, deeply, savoring her warmth. She jerks, arching forward. Her legs clamp around my head.
Her voice breaks. "A-ahhh…! I'm… I'm gonna—!"
"Let it go," I murmur between her folds. "Let me taste all of you."
And she does. Her climax gushes against my tongue.
When she collapses, panting, I lift her up and lay her on the bed, legs still quivering.
I crawl up beside her, dragging two fingers through her slickness and licking them clean.
"Mmm. Sweet, salty… addictive."
She blushes furiously. "Don't say that… it's embarrassing…"
I smile and rest my forehead against hers.
"Then tell me. What was that water?"
She covers her face. "T-that's my… my p-pee…"
I chuckle. "No, love. That's your pussy juice."
She freezes. "I've never said that word before…"
I kiss her. "Then say it now."
Her voice is barely audible. "It's… my pussy juice…"
I groan. "Fuck, that's hot."
She whimpers. "Are we done? You need to rest…"
I grin. "Rest? Love… we've just begun."
I move over her again, slipping between her thighs.
"Let's see how many times your body can cry out my name before nightfall."
Her lips part. "Elish… be gentle…"
But I wasn't planning on being gentle—not tonight.
-[End of Chapter 4]-
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