Well, their quarters. Finding another place to sleep hadn’t been an option. When they were inside his quarters, he guided her to the centre of the room. “Remove your dress.” She paused, and then, her shoulders drooped. She had almost forgotten why she was with him. Hannah undid the laces in the centre of the bodice, and when she was confident she could get it up and over her head, she did. He stood in front of her, and his metallic eyes were furious. “You said you weren’t injured.” He eased her hair aside and looked at her neck. “It doesn’t hurt.” She shivered as he stroked the scratches left behind by the guy in the oxygen farm. He touched them, and she flinched. “They do not hurt?” “Fine, they hurt a little.” Mero lowered his head to her neck, and he licked the long stripes that he found on her skin. She shivered as heat replaced the prickles of pain as he continued to lick her. He lapped at her neck like he was cleaning her. Her toes curled at the interest that was flaring up at the stroke of his tongue.
