Page 67 of Magic in My Bones

Ren groaned good-naturedly, burying his face in my chest. “Does he have to be so... lively? It's indecent for the undead to be this lively in the morning.”

“I'm afraid that's the price of my particular brand of necromancy, love,” I said, pressing a kiss to the top of Ren's head. “The souls I raise tend to be a touch more... spirited than most.”

Ren snorted at my pun, then yelped as Bones' cold nose pressed against his bare back. “All right, all right, we're getting up!”

I couldn't help but admire the view as Ren stretched, his bare skin bathed in the soft morning light. The marks I'd left on his hips stood out in stark relief, a map of our passion that sent a thrill through me. “Care to join me in the shower?” I offered. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

Ren's eyes darkened with interest, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Well, when you put it that way...”

I led Ren to the ensuite bathroom, our fingers intertwined. The morning light filtered through the frosted glass window, casting a soft glow over the tiled space. Enchanted candles flickered to life as we entered, their flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until steam began to rise. The mirror fogged with steam, but I could see our magic reflecting in it.

Ren stepped into the warm spray first, tilting his head back with a contented sigh as the water cascaded over him. I took a moment to admire the sight of rivulets tracing the contours of his lean body, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He was breathtaking.

I joined him under the stream, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close. Our lips met in a languid kiss, unhurried and deep.

The shower was snug for two, but that only gave us an excuse to press close. I reached for the soap, working up a lather between my hands. “Allow me.”

My touch was reverent, moving over his body with soap-slick hands. I paid special attention to the marks I'd left, massaging gently to ease any lingering soreness. Ren's sighs of contentment were music to my ears.

“Turn around,” I instructed softly, and he complied. I worked the shampoo into his hair, my fingers massaging his scalp. Ren leaned into my touch, a low hum of pleasure escaping him.

“You're spoiling me,” he murmured, eyes closed.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You deserve to be spoiled.”

As I rinsed the shampoo from Ren's hair, I couldn't help but marvel at the intimacy of the moment. There was something profoundly tender about caring for him like this, about the trust he placed in me. My hands moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine, the dip of his lower back.

Ren turned in my arms, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “My turn,” he said, reaching for the soap.

His touch was exploratory, curious. He mapped the planes of my chest, the ridges of my abdomen, with careful attention. When his hands dipped lower, I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Careful, love,” I warned, my voice husky. "We might never make it out of this shower if you keep that up."

Ren's answering grin was wicked. “Is that supposed to discourage me?”

Before I could respond, he sank to his knees, the water cascading over his shoulders.

“Ren,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. “You don't have to—”

“I want to,” he insisted, looking up at me through his lashes. “Let me take care of you for once.”

I gazed down at Ren, my breath catching at the sight. Water droplets clung to his lashes, trailing down his cheeks liketears, giving him an almost angelic appearance that contrasted deliciously with his current position.

“I...” Ren hesitated, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. “I’ve never done this before.”

My heart swelled with tenderness. “It's all right, love. I'll guide you.”

Ren nodded, his expression a mix of nervousness and determination that sent a thrill through me.

“Start with your tongue,” I instructed softly, my voice husky with arousal.

Ren's pink tongue darted out, tentatively lapping at the head of my cock. The sensation, combined with the visual, made me groan. “That's it,” I encouraged. “Take your time. Get to know me for as long as you like.”

Ren's exploration was tentative at first, his tongue tracing delicate patterns along my length. Each touch sent shivers through me, not just from the physical sensation, but from the intimacy of the act. After a moment, Ren grew bolder, his lips wrapping around the head with a newfound confidence. He paused to look up at me and my breath caught.

“That's perfect, love." My fingers carded through his wet hair. “Now, try taking a bit more.”

Ren eagerly took more of me into his mouth, his enthusiasm outpacing his experience. He gagged slightly, his throat constricting around me in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. But as delightful as it felt, I couldn't ignore the flash of discomfort on Ren's face.

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