"Tell me...what you like about this," I murmured, curious as to why such a simple touch might offer any néktar for me. Asterion's hand soothed up and down my back once, stilling at the base of my spine, and I thought he might ignore my question. When his voice rose, it was dark and low, a private speech just for my ears. "I like the weight of you on my lap, light but steady. I like that you take my gloves off, demand to see me as I am. Your hands are warm, and they don't hesitate when they reach to touch me." I stroked my hands down to his throat, and the muscles flexed as he sighed out a
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