"Begged, actually. Pretty sure that was begging." His thumb traced a circle against her spine, and she shivered, remembering exactly what she'd begged for, and the blush spread down her neck to her chest, which only made the marks more visible.
Voss pushed off the wall. She felt the floorboards shift under his weight as he crossed the room in three strides, and then his massive frame was blocking the light from the lantern, casting her in shadow. He looked down at her at the bruises, at the way she leaned into Dimitri's chest like her bones had given up on structural integrity, and the hard line of his jaw eased. Not by much. But enough.
"You're swaying," he said quietly.
"I'm fine."
"You're not." His hand came up, calloused and rough-skinned, and cupped the side of her face. His thumb brushed the edge of a hickey on her jaw. She watched the muscle in his cheek jump, a flash of possessiveness so raw it bordered on fury before he swallowed it down. "Come here."
