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“We’re not done,” he said.

“Never done,” she agreed, hauling his mouth back to hers.

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Eliza had no idea what time it was when they lay tangled with each other in the bed. They’d fucked and slept and then fucked some more. Now she was on her back, Razik’s arm over her waist while he slept on his stomach with his face nestled into her neck. The wing with the scarring was splayed across her too, and when she dragged her fingers through his hair, he stirred enough to let her know he was at least partially awake.

“Can I touch your wings?” she whispered.

“You can touch whatever you want whenever you want,” he murmured into her neck.

She huffed a laugh, gently running a finger along the wing draped across her. She had expected it to feel thin and fragile, but it was thicker like leather and rougher than she thought it would be. And it was cold. Not hot like the rest of him always was. She ran her fingers along it again, then stilled when he made a sound.

“Did you just…purr?”

“Dragons don’t purr.”

“It sounded like you purred.”

He lifted his head enough to peer down at her through bleary eyes. “Do you want to talk about all the sounds I have heard you make in the last several hours?”

She snapped her mouth shut.

“Why are you awake?” he grumbled, settling back down. “You should be resting.”

“Ishould be resting?” she admonished. “You were hurt worse than I was, and you’re the one who keeps starting things.”

“I heal faster than you,” he mumbled, his words distorted against her skin where he’d once again buried his face in her neck. “And you have started things every time.”

Her mouth fell back open. “I have not.”

“You’re starting this argument right now.”

She rolled her eyes, huffing loudly, and she felt him smile against her flesh.

“Bastard,” she muttered.

She should be exhausted after everything, but she wasn’t. She knew she could get up, but… All right, fine. She liked being in a bed with him and being able to touch him and have him touch her without having to worry about what it would mean later.

Eliza lifted her hand above her head, studying the Mark that had wound its way down another finger. Then her gaze started bouncing around the cave lit up by the soft glow of her flames.

“So this is all the treasure?” she asked, eyeing the various trinkets and gold around the room.

“You were expecting more?”

“The way you spoke about it? Yes. You almost stole a bowl, for gods’ sake.”

He heaved a loud sigh. “I was not going to steal that bowl.”

“Now who’s the liar?”

Razik lifted his head again, giving her a frank look before he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“What are you doing?” she asked, propping herself onto her elbows, eyes dragging down his bare torso to where the blankets pooled in his lap.

He stretched his arms above his head, muscles rippling with the movement and wings flaring out slightly. “Deeper in the cave, there is an entire room with piles of treasure.”

“There is not,” she tsked.