Of All The Reckless Things...a bathtub.

Freya's POV

His lips were forceful and hungry.

One would expect that he would go softly on me due to all I had gone through that day.

But he didn't.

And I was grateful for that. He was making good on his promise to make me forget about the day.

He invaded my entirety, his mouth claiming every bit of exposed skin he could find.

"Zane…" I moaned out his name as his long, bloody red tongue found my shoulder. His mark.

His long, slender taloned index finger pressed against my lips.

"Shh." his rumble sent delicious tingles down my spine.

How I loved it when Warrick spoke.

He stopped moving abruptly and I opened my eyes in disappointment. Up until a few seconds ago, they were closed in delirious bliss.

I flicked a soap bubble in his face. He looked ridiculous. "Why?" I asked simply, my voice coarse with desire.

He leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear, and murmured my name in that low, delicious voice. "Freya." It was like he was casting a spell on me, and my name was his w