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“May’reeme,” I grunt.

She bites her bottom lip. “I think we have more pressing matters to worry about than this.”

“Nothing matters.May’reeme.”

She shakes her head and laughs. “It’s kind of hard to say nox to you now, isn’t it?”

“Hexa.” My heart beats faster. “That’s why I asked.”

“Oh, Krisxox,” she rubs her face and then she arches over me. Mouth near my mouth, her warm breath fans over me as she whispers, “Of course, I’ll marry you. I love you.”

Xok. Xok! She…she…verax! “You…lawvme?”

“Hexa, I do.” She ends abruptly and I…I can’t speak.

She frowns, “Now, aren’t you going to tell me something?”

I don’t know what she means, but her cheeks get more and more pink beneath the filth covering her the longer I stay quiet.

“Verax,” I finally blurt.

She pounds her fist on my chest very lightly, but the pressure is intense. I groan and she jumps out of her skin. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“Nox,” I say on a grunt. “But I don’t give a xok about that. What should I say?”

“That you love me, too.” And now I understand her redness. She isnervousthat she may care more than I do.

I laugh. I laugh and it sends bullets cascading through me. “Oyff,” I moan. Svera is busy dabbing some green cloth to my forehead and gently stroking my hair.

It calms me, settles me, even if the pain still tries to break free of my hold. “Svera, of course I xokinglawvyou.”

“No need to curse.”

I grunt, trying to control my laughter, my bones. “Come here. I need to taste you.”

“I probably don’t taste very good.”

“Let me be the judge.”

She arches over me and painfully gently, presses her lips to mine. She tastes just like she always tastes, like a poison that’s going to take me to the afterlife. I try to lift up and deepen the kiss, but I’m pretty xoking immobile and Svera, with her skinny little arms, is easily able to hold me down.

“Xok,” I roar when she pulls back too soon. “Come back here. I’m not finished.” My xora is starting to stir at the scent of her slit. Her arousal is potent. The air is thick with it.

“You need to sleep.”

“You are mywhiffnow. I can kiss you when I like.”

She narrows her eyes. “You are sorely mistaken, Krisxox — ”

“Anand,” I blurt.

She freezes. “Verax.”

“Anand. I want you to call me this. Orhouseband.”

“Anand,” she whispers. She leans back in and kisses me, a reward for my sacrifice. “It’s a beautiful name.”

“Housebandis beautiful, too.”