Page 81 of Crave Me

“And who… who is Paxton?”

“Kaspian’s assistant,” I explained. “He’s a warlock.”

“I see.” Her brow furrowed a little, her gaze drifting away from my face to stare at the water for a minute. Then she shook her head. “I don’t remember anything.”

“You’re still healing, Nyx,” I murmured, running my hand along her thigh. “Give it time. Your mind will catch up.”

She swallowed, her head bobbing a little. “But I’m healing very slowly.”

“Because of whatever tried to kill you,” I reminded her.

“Yes, I understand that. But even with the stardust…” Her eyes returned to mine. “You made a wish for me to heal, right?”

“I did.”

“Then I should be healed already,” she replied. “That’s… that’s how it works. It’s not gradual. It’s immediate.”

I frowned. “Did I do it wrong?”Or maybe…“Is it because I sort of conjured the stardust, and not you?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She considered me for a moment, then lifted her hands to reveal the ashen color returning to her fingertips. “I… I think I need more energy. Maybe from the moon?”

I swallowed and shook my head. “It’s… it’s not up yet.” It was only midday in Iceland, the sun still in the sky.

“Then I need something… else.”

“Blood?” I offered.

“Maybe,” she whispered, her hand returning to the water. “I don’t feel…complete.”

I understood that sensation because I felt it, too. Almost as though that hollowness in my chest hadn’t yet abated.

Because of our missing link.

Except it wasn’t missing. That much had been proved over the last few hours.

“Maybe I need sleep,” she added, yawning as her body twisted over my lap so she could rest her head on my shoulder.

However, the movement had her stilling again.

“Or maybe…” She shifted just her head until her lips were near my throat. “Maybe I need you.”

CHAPTERNINETEEN

NYX

Everything felt so heavy.Weak. Lethargic, even.

Except… except this forbidden craving inside me. This need to touch Vesperus. To truly taste him. Toembracehim.

I’d woken up to the sight of his beautiful, firm ass and those long, muscular legs. Then he’d stood upright to reveal his toned back and that full head of thick, dark hair.

It’d felt like a dream, one I wanted to lose myself in and never wake up from.

I licked his throat, chasing an errant droplet with my tongue, and moaned at the taste of his skin.

Pure decadence.

I was ravenous for Vesperus. Hungry in a way I’d never been before.Dyingfor a piece of him. Anything to ground me, to make me feel whole.