Samkiel reached between us and pulled my hand away from his cock. He pressed my palm to the center of his chest. “You’re always with me.” I rolled my eyes and groaned. “You’re so mean to me.” He laughed. “Call it a lesson in humility,” I said, but I kept my hand on his chest, feeling that slow rhythmic beat within my soul. I gave him a wry smile and said with all honesty, “I can’t give you pretty words. I don’t know how anymore.”
