“You’re going to choose now to beg?” he asked with an arched eyebrow, but his hands slid my shirt off.
With a pout, I rose up so he’d have access to my sweatpants. They were drawstring, and he took his time undoing the string while he stared up at me. “Are you not in the mood, mate?”
“Nyx,” he breathed, and his gaze darkened.
“You like hearing that? I like saying it.” Slipping off his lap, I pushed my pants down and twirled naked in front of him. My heart did a little dance.
“Take it easy, Nyx,” Rhyson whispered as he reached for me and pulled me back. “You need to rest. I’ll stay with you.”
“Your Majesty, I need more than that. I need…you.” With a twinkle in my eyes, I gently pushed on his chest until he was flat on his back, and straddled him. He was half-naked, and I loved stroking
