"You should've been very tired." "Did you want me to sleep through it?" His eyes grew warm, and his head ducked to mine, his dark braid swinging over his shoulder. "And miss your pretty whines and 'Oh god, Khell'?" he said in a poor imitation of my voice. I blushed, and he growled. "No. I like you awake as you come and call my name. But I don't mind you holding still and taking it like a good girl."
