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Chapter Nine

Ruben

How could a person be thissoft? Grey’s skin was beyond anything I’d ever felt before, reaching deeper than I thought possible.

It was as though she had a direct connection to something inside me, something I could no longer reach myself.

People said that Justices had no feelings, and they were neither completely right nor completely wrong. It rested somewhere in between those two things.

We had feelings, somewhere, but remained so detached from them that we rarely noticed them. They certainly didn’t affect us.

Even sex was something we didn’t crave, hardly engaged in.

On occasion a Justice would choose to, but it was rare. We simply didn’t feel that need, so disconnected with lust to fall prey to such petty, primal experiences.

So why had my cock hardened? Why did my heart pound faster than it had during countless battles before?

And why did the tiny trembles of her thighs excite me this much?

It made no sense. That was the reason I’d found an interest in her from the start, because I couldn’t believe that I had a reaction to her like that, that I wanted her in a way I never had wanted anyone before.

I’d assumed it a fluke, something caused by her unknown designation. At times, over the years, I’d even thought she was a test or a punishment, something crafted to yank me down into my own personal hell.

Now I wondered if she wasn’t the opposite—perhaps my only chance at real salvation.

I tried to focus on the massage—I truly did.

That was the entire purpose of this, after all, to help since I knew she hurt. I didn’t enjoy seeing her in pain, and I wanted to ease her as much as I could.

However, after I had seen her standing there in the robe, I struggled to recall any of that. It no longer was just helping her to feel better.

I wanted to touch her for reasons that had nothing to do with her aching. I wanted to tug the tie at her waist, to part the terrycloth that hid her, to see every inch of her displayed for me.

It was a strange desire.

That wasn’t to say I hadn’t thought about such things with her before. She had plagued my dreams and fantasies in the time since she had trampled into my life, disrupting everything I previously thought solid.

The difference was that this was the first time the need to act on such thoughts took such a firm hold. I couldn’t ignore it as I usually did, couldn’t relegate it to some dark crevice of my fragmented mind. Instead, it took over, returning time and time again with each movement she made.

I tried to focus on the massage as I worked out knots in her thighs, up to the edge of the robe. It fell just above mid-thigh, so enough to cover everything and keep much of the needed work area inaccessible.

“I’m going to need to go under the robe,” I said, wondering if that was really my voice. It was deeper, darker than usual. It had this animalistic quality to it that startled me, that I didn’t recognize at all.

The whites of her teeth appeared as she took her bottom lip between them and nodded.

Was she nervous?

I hesitated for a moment, worrying I might have scared her. A deep inhalation said no—what she felt wasn’t fear at all. A spice wafted in the air, and I knew enough to identify it as her arousal.

Clearly, she didn’t oppose this after all.

I took her agreement—along with her excitement—as consent and slipped my fingers beneath the edges of her robe. I forced myself to stay on task, working at the quad muscles on each leg.

It felt different, though, lewd in a strange way, since I had to reach beneath her clothing to touch her. It felt as though we were doing something forbidden, and it made my cock ache all the more.

She parted her legs when I reached toward the inside, the movement subtle but something I noticed instantly. It was a welcome, a trust I’d never expected, one I hadn’t expected to ever earn or deserve.

She swallowed hard but again did that same movement, shifting her legs just enough to tease me, to offer me something that I still didn’t feel fully ready to accept.

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