Ravina sat with her back to Malachi and held a shawl to her bare chest while he took care of her wounds. Her entire body was still on fire and the damp cloth he used to clean her wound was soothing against her burning skin. She wanted it on her face to soothe the heat on her cheeks as well.
"I am sorry," he suddenly said.
Ravina frowned. "Oh.. it is not your fault. I just don't feel it sometimes."
The pain.
When he stopped she first thought that it was because she kept pushing him away or fighting against him but that wasn't really what she meant to do. She just reacted that way, pushing away when it became too intense and then pulling him in for more.
God. She surely lost her mind. She hated not having control over things and now she created this bloody mess. That was why he had stopped because he didn't act like someone who would any time soon.
She shivered, her nipples still stiff and tingling from the rough play of his tongue.
