“I…wanted to pleasure you.” His voice is gruff, tight. That makes my heart squeeze, and I put a hand on his shoulder. “You do pleasure me. Every time we’re in bed together.” Raahosh shakes his head, dismissing my words. “It has to be more. I must be more. You need a good mate, a worthy one. I know I am not kind, or easy to live with. I know I am not attractive. And now I am in exile. I do not want you to feel as if your khui has chosen poorly. I must do more to please you and keep you satisfied.”
