“Stay with me in my tent,” War says against me, his breath fanning across my ear. “What will be left of me if I do?” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but the words come out anyway. “Wife, I’m not going to eat you if you move in—well, I will eat you, but I know you enjoy that sort of thing.” I feel my cheeks heat, remembering the feel of his mouth between my thighs.
