Page 63 of Deception

We continue eating in silence, shooting heated glances at each other over our wine glasses.

The moment I put my fork down, he stands from his chair, reaching out a hand to help me from my own. I gladly take it, and he leads me away from the table.

“So, what is this surprise?” I ask excitedly.

A massage table pops into existence at the other side of the room.

“Okay, are you going to explain how you’re doing that without Adrian being here?” I ask skeptically, looking around the room in search of anything out of place. Convinced Adrian must be hiding somewhere.

“Maybe, but where would the fun be in that?” He does a poor job at concealing the grin that begs to stretch across his face at my unimpressed stare.

“Do you want me to … ?” His words trail off as he glances at the table, my thoughts following his meaning.

Now it’s my turn to grin triumphantly. I pull off the chaffing tie of my uniform. My fingers move to swiftly unbutton my white dress shirt, and his eyes are glued to the movement.

My breath catches in my throat at his attention. His gaze is warm on my cool skin as the chill of the open air hits it. I let my shirt fall off my shoulders, and the fabric pools around me, a rush of air brushing against my ankles as it hits the floor.

The sound of his sharp inhale hits my ears, and I glance up at him with a devious look in my eyes. He swallows thickly, and his gaze trails over my bare skin, my chest only covered by the sheer white lace of my bra.

My hands slide down my sides, moving to the waistband of my skirt, nimbly unzipping it before sliding the black cloth down over curves. It falls to the floor around my shirt. Standing before him, clad in only my sheer white lace underwear, burgundy heels still on my feet, I waste no time reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, and slip off the straps. Holding it out to the side, I let the material fall to the ground dramatically. I’m not sure if he even notices though, since his heated gaze is devouring my skin inch by inch. I slide off my panties. And finally, step out of my heels, striding over to the massage table as his eyes follow my every move.

I prop myself up onto the table, my skin sliding on the smooth sheet laid over it.

“Now it’s only fair if you do the same,” I prompt, raising my hand to gesture at his still fully clothed body. He blinks, as though not expecting my words. He’s still entranced by my naked body, ready and waiting for his next move.

He closes his eyes for a moment to focus then his heated gaze turns hungry as he takes me in again.

“Not yet,” he declares. “This is about you. To help you relax, now lay down and let me get to work.”

I swallow thickly at his commanding tone, adjusting my position on the table as desire licks up my spine. My core grows wet at the implication. I slide my front across the sheet, settling myself against the plush cushioning.

Movement sounds behind me, and I crane my head to look back at him. He pulls out a bottle of massage oil, emptying a liberal amount out into his palms before warming it up between his hands. My skin tingles with anticipation, picturing his hands running over my naked skin. Smoothing over my curves and—Kyros looks up, cutting off my thoughts abruptly. He quirks a brow up in challenge, gesturing with a nod of his chin for me to lie back down.

I let loose an indignant sigh, reluctantly placing my face into the cushioned hole. My body thrums with impatient energy, needing to feel Kyros’ hands on me. The sound of his hands rubbing together is the only noise my mind can focus on.

My entire body relaxes in the next moment, as his fingers smooth over my tense shoulders. He works out the knots in my muscles, coaxing a relaxed groan from my mouth. I don’t miss his muffled laughter at the sounds, but I don’t care, deciding to soak up every drop of pleasure he rings from my body.

His hands slide over my skin effortlessly thanks to the oil, allowing him to deeply massage my weary muscles. How had I not realized how sore I’ve been? The month of combat training plus the two weeks of mental training with my powers has caused a deep ache in every inch of my body. I try to think back to the last time I actually relaxed, but my mind turns up blank. Since I came to this realm, there’s been a constant worrying voice at the back of my head, not allowing me to unwind completely.

I let my mind go blank, only focusing on Kyros’ hands and the tension fleeing my body at his touch. His fingers work magic with each stroke as he moves further down my spine.

My mind sparks to awareness as he nears my tailbone, but I groan in frustration as he lifts his hands from my body. He lets out an amused sound at my impatience, starting back down at my ankles. I lift to look back at him, but the moment my head leaves the table, his hands disappear from my skin.

“If you want me to continue, you have to do as I say and put your head down,” he instructs at my questioning gaze. He crosses his arms over his chest, and only then do I notice his discarded shirt and vest strewn on the floor. His lean, sculpted chest is on full display. I lock onto him, forgetting his words momentarily as I lazily peruse his naked chest, causing a languid heat to roll through me.

The sound of his clearing throat jolts me from my trance, and I hurriedly place my face back down on the table. Willing him to pick back up where he left off. My needy skin is hot with desire.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before his hands smooth up my right leg, massaging the tight muscles. I whimper at those two simple words, the lust building within me as my core clenches around nothing. I want to urge him on, but I don’t want to risk being bereft with the absence of his touch again. He works his way up to my knee before switching to the other leg. I purse my lips, knowing he can’t see the gesture, but needing some way to express my annoyance at his teasing. I know he’s doing this on purpose.

He reaches my other knee, and his hands fall away, much like they had with the first. My heart picks up its pace, beating against my chest in anticipation. Knowing what would come next. My core is already aching at the thought of his teasing touch edging closer.

My thoughts cut off when I don’t feel his hands on me. Instead, I hear the tinkle of his belt buckle hitting the floor, a slap of fabric hitting the floor following soon after, and my need grows at the implication. My pussy tightens at the new thoughts that flood my mind.

There’s a desperation to turn, to watch him stripping off his clothes like he had done to me, but I don’t want to risk it. Not when my skin craves the slide of his skin against mine just as much.

I exhale a breath of relief as his fingers run up my inner thigh, his touch light, and teasing. The caress sends shivers of desire up my spine, my whole body shuddering when he grips it harder, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh.

His hands move along the outside now, massaging the tense muscles, before moving to the other leg. My body relaxes, but my mind whirs a mile a minute, internally screaming at him to move his hands where I desperately crave the friction. But I don’t want to chance speaking the words and having his hands leave my heated skin.

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