After ducking his head with a grin at the kiss, Kaegan felt an appreciative thump in his chest, honored that his Mistress was sharing a private detail from her past. He tilted his head in thought, trying to imagine what his Mistress was like as a child, and smiled at the mention of hiding under the bed. He watched her mouth curve into a smile, and his shoulders drooped guiltily for the possessive coiling in his gut; it felt much like the jealousy that crept over him whenever she spoke of Lord Carrick. But he was her companion before Kaegan was even born and would be long after he was gone, and Kaegan was only a slave. It was unwarranted and rude of him, considering he wouldn’t have a Mistress if not for Lord Carrick’s actions. “I’m thankful he was there for you and offered his companionship, Mistress.”
“My mother,” the smile playing on his lips was wistful, as if he was recalling a life that belonged to someone else, “told me once that we’re made of energy. And when we die, our souls are released, causing gusts of wind.” Kaegan listened to the howling outside before a shiver crept up his spine, shifting closer to his Mistress, “It might be silly but I’ve always loved the wind. The sound of it rustling the trees, the feel of a breeze against my skin. Like someone chose me to witness that honor, so I stop and take a moment to just…love them.” He shrugged self-consciously, “But right now, it sounds so angry.”
Humming contentedly at her fingers against his neck, Kaegan shifted forward to nose along her collarbone. “Just you.” He licked briefly at the hollow of her throat, lapping gently at her diamond tattoo before pulling away. “Will you lay with me, Mistress?” Kaegan scrunched his nose up playfully, “The bedclothes smell more of me than you.”