Page 80 of The Other Side of the Mirror

I shrugged. “That was new.”

Bash gave me a satisfied smirk. “Which part?”

“I’ve never let someone go down on me before,” I muttered, feeling my face redden. “It always seemed too intimate.”

“Stupid bastards,” he said, but his eyes sparkled with delight. “But I can’t say I mind having that piece of you all to myself.”

Bash washed my hair in slow, reverential movements. I did his in turn, aware of every time my nipples brushed against his chest as I massaged his head, then his body with the citrusy soap. He was fully hard again, pressing against me as I scrubbed against the taut muscles of his stomach. His eyes darkened, shadows flitting up his arms, as I moved downward.

And there was a feeling of power rippling through me as I got on my knees and put my hand around him, my fingers barely touching. He might be standing above me, but there was no doubt that I was the one in control here.

His cock twitched, huge in my hand. And when I licked up his shaft and brought him into my mouth, his entire body shuddered; his need hot and potent across our bond.

“Eva—” He cut off with a hiss as I sucked him deeper, my hand firmly gripping his shaft as I pulled back. He groaned as my tongue ran along the sensitive slit. Then I moved my hand to his balls, letting my throat open as I took him as far back as I could. His hips helplessly thrust into my mouth as I moaned encouragingly, sucking him deeper.

“Fuck,” Bash swore. And suddenly my back was against the shower wall, my legs automatically curving around his waist as he plunged so deep inside me, I cried out.

Bash held me tightly, tilting my head back to look me in the eyes. Then his lips found mine as he took me relentlessly against the cool tile, sucking at the water on my neck and chest. My heels dug into his back, trying to find leverage. He let out a low moan as I hooked my ankles together, rolling my hips against him.

Sliding one hand down his dripping chest, I explored the tense muscles of his abdomen before coming to a stop where we were joined.

I circled my finger against that bundle of nerves as Bash’s thrusts pushed me up the wall and every inch of me tightened, wet and hot. I saw his eyes go feral as he tracked the movement.

“You’re mine,” I breathed, and I felt him lose himself at my words.

The shudder of his release took me over the edge. Bash’s mouth found my lips, stealing the whimper straight from my throat. He kept moving inside me until I went limp against him.

I wasn’t sure how we were ever expected to be two separate people ever again. My back slid down the wall as he lowered me onto shaky legs.

Bash held me as we caught our breaths, his head resting against mine. Whispering words of love and devotion that echoed across our bond before rinsing me off again. I took his face between my hands and made him look at me, taking in each freckle, those everchanging blue and green eyes, his dark auburn lashes, before kissing him again.

Without breaking the kiss, Bash turned off the shower and wrapped us both in warm, fluffy towels. He dried us off thoroughly until I was laughing at his extra attention to certain areas. Then he threw me over his shoulder and took me back to bed.

When he tugged me into his arms, I leaned into him, unsure if I had ever felt this level of happiness despite the looming dread over how to save my brother. He traced a map on my back as we lay there, stopping to circle the dimples on either side of my spine, rubbing them with his thumb as I groaned in appreciation.

In turn, I drew featherlight patterns connecting the freckles on his chest, and where they bunched together on his shoulders—naming all the constellations I knew. And Bash pressed leisurely kisses on the scars on my hand, my wrists, and around my throat until I forced the trickle of his guilt across our bond away with a slow, deep kiss.

I didn’t know how long we stayed there, sated and wrapped in each other. As though we had an eternity to learn each other’s bodies.

As Bash slowly stroked the rose on my palm like he was painting its petals with his fingertips, I drifted off in his arms.

Chapter32

Eva

The False King stared at me malevolently, and my heart froze in my chest. Of course, I wasn’t free of him. Though my dreams had been strangely safe during my time in Morehaven. That he was back in my nightmares made me wonder yet again how he could be so strong as to reach me from under his frozen prison.

Unless his son had released him long ago.

I steeled my jaw and stared back at him. He walked forward slowly, a predator without a cage. And I flinched as those pale blue eyes, identical to Aviel’s, were suddenly inches away. He smirked, taunting me as I stood there petrified by this monster, and the one he had raised.

“It won’t be long until you’re exactly where I want you, is it, Evangeline?”

I gritted my teeth, remembering Rivan’s plan for this.

Push him out. Fight him. This wasmymind.

The False King stilled, as if sensing the change in me. Then I slammed my hand into his throat. He choked, rearing back before swinging at me. But I was ready for the attack. Ducking under it, I sent a wave of my magic straight for him, exploding into a sea of dark night.

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