He shot her a look, his jaw tightening. "This isn't funny."
Kiara leaned closer, her lips curling with mischief, her eyes glinting in the lantern light.
"It's a little funny." Her voice dropped, teasing and low.
"You in a mask, fucking strangers, it was a noble gathering right? So that means you were fucking some cocky bastard's trophy wife. Gods, I wish I'd seen it."
He swallowed hard, heat flaring at her tone despite the anger simmering beneath.
Shaking his head, he pressed on, his words rough.
"When I came home, exhausted, I thought I'd sleep. But she woke me. The spirit. Her mouth was—" His throat caught, the memory of that cold, wet pull vivid enough to make his skin crawl.
"She was sucking me off before I even realized what was happening. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Just her glowing eyes looking up at me like I was nothing but a cup to be emptied."
Kiara's teasing faded, her smile dimming as her eyes narrowed, sharp with thought.
