“Ugh!”

I grimaced as Delilah’s hips accidentally landed on my stomach wound. She gasped and quickly shifted, kneeling beside me with a look of concern and panic in her eyes.

“My king, I’m sorry,” she squealed.

“It’s all right,” I replied, not wanting this damned wound to ruin the heat between us. I didn’t care about her accidental stab; I figured we’d call it even if I could “stab” her all night in return.

I cupped Delilah’s neck and pulled her face close to kiss again. I wanted to hear her moan, to feel her writhe beneath me until she had nothing left to give.

She returned my kiss with...