Page 23 of Wanted By the Cartel

"So, what exactly does this mean?" He asked as his eyes searched mine for answers, but he wasn't going to find any just by looking. "What kind of power do you have that you haven't told me about yet?"

I sighed softly before leaning forward slightly towards him so I could whisper into his ear. I felt paranoid, as though someone might be listening. I knew it was a silly thought, but I couldn't shake it from my mind.

I hesitated for just a moment, the weight of what I was about to reveal settling over me like a cool blanket. "When I touchsomeone... it can influence emotions and memories in others," I murmured, tracing patterns on the sheets with my fingers as if they held all the answers. Deep inside, I was hoping they did, even though it was just another silly thought.

Zoren's eyes widened just a bit, but he didn't break our gaze. "How does that work exactly?" His voice was tinged with both awe and a hint of wariness, as if he wasn't quite sure how to process this new information about me.

Even I was struggling to explain it to him. My grandmother knew everything, so we never had a conversation like this, and no one else could know about my power.

"I... well, when I touch someone or look deeply into their eyes, I can see glimpses of their past," I explained, my heart pounding in my chest. It felt like it was going to burst right through the ribcage. "And sometimes, the emotions they're feeling are so strong that they spill over onto me."

Zoren nodded slowly, absorbing this new piece of information about me as if he were savoring every word. "So, you could... change how someone feels just by touching them?" There was a glint in his eyes, almost mischievous, but there was also an undercurrent of something deeper—something that made my stomach flutter.

Several implications were connected to my statement. I didn't even like to think about them. I just hoped that Zoren wasn't going to change how he thought about me.

I bit my lip, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Not exactly," I said, trying to find the right words. "But... if someone is really close to me, and they're willing, I can help them remember things they've forgotten—or maybe even feel something new."

Zoren's fingers traced the line of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. "Would you do that for me?" He murmured, his voice full of longing.

I was surprised he asked. I thought it would be a deal breaker—that he wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore. After all, I could change how he felt about me. Shouldn't he be wondering if I altered his mind so he'd like me? I was pretty sure that thought crossed his mind, but he didn't want to voice it. He trusted me, above all else.

A few seconds later, I nodded, feeling a rush of affection for him. "Of course," I said, reaching out to touch his hand with mine, our fingers intertwining. His skin was warm and familiar. I could keep doing this for hours on end. If only it were possible…

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, savoring the occasion as if it were a cherished memory already. And even if it wasn't supposed to be that way at first, he would change it so that it became. He was determined to make the most of his time with me. Zoren was strong and fearless, but even he didn’t know if we would stay like this until we grew old.

When he opened his beautiful eyes again, they were filled with such warmth and love that my heart swelled. "Show me something. Show me what you can see. Show me that you really have the power you said you have," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I wasn't going to disappoint him. I couldn't. I knew he would stay with me, even if I couldn’t show him what he wanted, but I didn’t want him to think I was lying. Still, I didn’t have to worry too much about it. I wasn't lying.

I took a deep breath, feeling the power within me stirring. I could feel the memories and emotions swirling just beneath the surface, waiting to be shared. With Zoren's permission, I touched his forehead gently with my hand, letting the warmth of our connection flow between us.

"I can show you... what we might have," I said softly, my voice trembling slightly as I let the power take hold. "All the moments and memories we could create together."

Zoren's eyes widened in wonder, and he leaned against me, his breathing growing shallower as he surrendered to the magic between us. "I see... so many colors," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "And there are... feelings too. Happiness, joy, contentment... I didn't think it was going to be like this and I'm happily surprised."

His words were like music to my ears, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

Still sitting in the same place we were, lost in the magic of the moment, hunger began to stir within us. More specifically, there was a hunger in his eyes that I was seeing at that very moment, and it was the prelude to something I wanted.

Zoren's hands moved to the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up and over my head, exposing my bare chest. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of Zoren's fingers as he explored my torso with reverent movements.

He got what he came for. The answer he was looking for was his, but now his focus had shifted. He wanted me—all of me—and I was ready to give it to him.

"You don't need to tell me anything else. I've heard enough," Zoren murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I just need to know that you trust me, and that you're here with me, in this moment. I don't want you to think about anything else. I want you thinking only about us."

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak as I watched him remove his own shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles beneath. He was a work of art, all hard planes, and sharp angles, and I ached to run my hands over every inch of him.

I couldn't believe how, in one moment, he was completely absorbed in uncovering another detail about me, and the next, his focus shifted—just as it had so many times before—to bringing me pleasure.

Zoren seemed to sense my thoughts, and he smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips that sent heat rushing through my veins. He knew the effect that was going to have on me and took advantage of it as much as he could.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered, and he didn't have to repeat himself. He could do whatever he wanted to me. I trusted him.

I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide my underwear down my legs and toss it aside. And then, I was bare before him, my cock already hard and leaking against my stomach. Zoren's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, and he licked his lips as if he were starving.

And he might as well be. From the moment this started, his mind was fixed on one thing: how much pleasure he was going to give me.

"Beautiful, as usual," he breathed, and then his hands were on me again, cupping the weight of my balls in his palm, rolling them gently as if they were precious gems.

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