The moment I recovered, Draken came to me with flushed cheeks. His gaze darted everywhere but refused to meet my eyes. And when he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. 

“That thing you did to me… could we do it again?” 

I blinked and immediately buried my face in the covers, feeling the heat rushing to my ears. 

Panic crept up his voice as he went on, “That shift was an accident! I didn’t know how it happened, but I swear it won’t happen again!” 

“Please stop!” I practically leaped up and clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling my face burning like it was on fire. 

But when I pounced on him, he caught me in his arms with gleaming eyes. And with one practiced motion, he ripped my robe in two. 

I groaned inwardly. That robe was expensive, and I’d been saving it for special occasions. Now, on the first occasion I wore it, he just had to tear it just like that. 

But I didn’t have time to mourn the robe either, because Draken nuzzled against me like an eager pup. The change in his body was plainly visible. 

“Litha, I feel terrible… Please help me, alright?” he murmured softly and needily as if begging for affection. 

My body melted. I couldn’t even tell when I stopped thinking at all as my hands moved on their own, following his lead. 

When that massive, searing heat entered me, I finally snapped out of the haze in my mind and gasped. Draken shuddered with exhilaration as though he’d finally found his vent. 

I could barely remember anything about the storm that followed. All I could recall was the sensation of being tossed around like a boat drifting in the violent sea, until the waves finally flung me into the clouds. 

For the entire month that followed, I hardly ever set foot out of bed. 

As for showers, Draken carried me to the bathtub himself, only to have our bodies pressed flush the whole time. Each of those shower sessions seemed to last half a day. 

Eventually, I had had enough and shoved him out the door with wobbly legs. “Starting today, you’re not allowed to set foot in my chamber!”