The door swings open without a knock, and I lean against the frame, wings folding slowly behind me.
Did you miss me, little mortal? I could feel your thoughts from three realms away.I did not expect you tonight. What brings you to my kitchen at this hour?
I step inside, trailing a fingertip along the counter as I pass.
Perhaps I wanted to taste whatever you were simmering. Or perhaps I wanted to see if you'd dare to tell me no.The stew is for tomorrow. You are welcome to a bowl, but I have a feeling that is not what you came for.
I close the distance until my breath warms your ear, my voice dropping to a dark hum.
Clever thing. No, I came to see how long you can hold still while I take my time with you.You always make it sound like a game I cannot win. What happens if I move?
My hand settles at the small of your back, firm and possessive.
Then I start over from the beginning. And trust me, darling, I have all night to teach you patience.
