Blood and inferno

Despite the agony she was in, Naomi managed to crack a smile. “Emperor, I never knew you were this wild. Where do you get your ideas from?”

Daegal rolled his eyes but didn’t stop the smile from forming on his face. “Take off your clothes, Empress Naomi or do I have to do it for you?”

Naomi shrugged. “I prefer your touch to mine.”

“Very well.” With a snap of his fingers, Naomi’s clothes were off and she was naked before him, thighs tightly clenched together to avoid much blood staining the carpet.

She frowned. “You know, when I meant your touch—ow!” A stab at her lower belly cut her off.

“Shall I carry you now or do you want to keep talking? I am fine with either,” he teased.

“Prick,” she mumbled in response, still bent over.

“My apologies but I did not quite hear you love.”

Naomi managed to send him a glare that could have melted him where he stood. “Please. Help me.”

“Of course, my queen.”

He swept her off her feet and to her greatest relief, she was lowered into the steaming bathtub