Page 56 of Touch Of Fate
“Yes. I haven’t done the bedroom.” She comes toward me slowly. “Or the other section of the bathroom.”
“I’ll do it,” I offer, reaching out to rub the ends of her hair. “You’ve done well.”
“I can finish,” she insists, glancing at my chest. “Your tattoos are glowing.” I look down and rub my palm down my skin.
“They are overcharged,” I explain. “It will help protect the rest of the house.”
“You took too many emotions.” She frowns and traces the ink at the base of my throat. “Is there another way to let out the energy?” I grit my teeth, not sure if she is aware of what she is saying. I narrow my eyes when her lips twitch.
“Are you fucking with me?” I growl.
“No. I just want to…help.” She licks her lips, and my cock hardens.
“How?”
“How?” She drops her hand.
“Be clear,” I demand, stepping close, and she looks up.
“I haven’t had many experiences,” she whispers, swallowing. “I would like to have them with you.” I bite back my groan. “I’m not ready for everything.” She waves her hand down my body. “I want to explore. Remember, I haven’t been able to touch anyone without feeling their life.” She holds my stare.
“My Mara,” I hum, gliding my hand behind the curtain of her hair, cupping her neck. “You can take your time exploring me.” I kiss her lightly. “I’ll finish the spell. Go to the bedroom.” She nods, and I remove all contact so she can leave the room. I barely pay attention as I move through the rest of the space, saying my protection words in my head. As I walk across the bedroom floor, finishing the bedroom window, Mara leans against the headboard. She doesn’t even try to be sexy; it’s just a fact. Having a woman ask to explore your body is an automatic yes. My soul bond doing it is thrilling.
I turn off the overhead light, shut the door, and flick on the lamp on the bedside table with my spell. She watches me carefully as I slip off my robe. As I climb onto the bed beside her, she sucks in a breath. I crawl over her, my hands braced on either side of her hips.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers.
“Do whatever the fuck you want,” I state, nipping her lip. “I want you to be comfortable. You want to explore, touch me.” I drop to the side, stretching out next to her, and folding my arms behind my head. I wait, and feel her eyes traveling over my body.
“If you insist,” she mumbles and kneels. It’s going to take every ounce of control I have not to take her.
She slowly inches closer to my side, and when her knees brush my hip, she lifts her leg, swinging over the top of my thighs. Shit. How can I resist her? She pauses, holding her hands over my stomach before dropping them to my skin. I suck in air through my teeth as she glides them up my chest and back down. Her hair is spread around her face, and the strands skate over me. I want to gather the mass of hair in my fist and guide her to my cock. I’ve never held back with a woman to this extent, but I know I must.
“Your skin is vibrating,” she says softly, and kisses my chest. She moves down, opening her mouth as she travels. Her tongue slides across the skin above my waistband.
“You don’t realize how hot you are,” I hiss when she hooks a finger underneath my pants.
“Show me,” she says, looking up.
“What?”
“I want you to show me what you like,” she rasps.
I laugh abruptly. “You don’t know what you are asking.”
“Then educate me.” She tugs on my waistband.
“Tell me to stop if I scare you.” She nods. “Give me the words.”
“I promise I will.” I slowly reach down, curling slightly, and gather her hair in my hand. “Pull my pants down. Take out my cock.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Fuck.
I have to concentrate. I can’t lose complete control.
Chapter Thirteen
Mara
