Luca did not know that it was possible to go crazy from hearing squelching sounds.
If anything, the poor, inexperienced wife had no idea that such movements could elicit sounds like that, like this.
Wet, slick, and embarrassingly loud in the confined silence of the cockpit, every squish and glide echoed far louder than it had any right to.
He wanted to melt through the floor. If floors still existed for someone like him who'd been carried around the entire time.
But that's only if there would be anything left of him after all this.
See, when he collapsed against the mountain giant earlier, Luca had started hearing the alluring call of sleep.
His lids were heavy, and his body was spent; yet Luca felt satisfied, like a beast ready to lounge after a meal.
Only this lounging didn't get to happen, for he slowly realized that one prince wasn't quite done yet.
