Page 36 of The Barbaric Fae's Soul

“Thorns,” he finally said, his voice soft and silky. “Take off your top so I can see your markings.”

My lower belly clenched at the sexy tone of that command, and I slowly eased myself up, off his chest. Those gorgeous bright blue eyes were hot, and my lips curved upward. “If you insist.”

His eyes burned into me as I reached down to the bottom hem of my tank top, and slowly pulled it up, over my head.

The man beneath me went completely and utterly still as I dropped the fabric next to us on the bed.

His eyes were trained on my face, his jaw clenched and his body so, so tight.

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked him, both hot and curious at the same time.

He was so hard to read, sometimes. So used to shutting himself down, to staying quiet, to making himself smaller for Naomi.

“Yes.” The word was barely a breath, and he still didn’t move.

My lips curved upward a little more, and I lifted my hands to my breasts. They weren’t huge or tiny; I appreciated their averageness, though.

His eyes dipped to my nipples when I dragged my thumbs over them slowly.

Finally, he was looking at me.

“Am I pushing you too much?” I asked, biting my lip when he still didn’t try to touch me.

“No. That’s not even possible.” His voice was low, and rough.

“Okay.” I slid myself backward a little, until my ass met the rock-hard erection I’d been wondering about. He let out a long breath when I rocked lightly against him once. “Too much?”

“Still not possible.” His voice was strained.

I finally released my breasts. “This is way too one-sided, Aev. I’m the one who instigated things the first time; now I feel like I’m violating you or something.”

His hands slid up to my waist, holding me in place before I could get off of him. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted.

“I know. Naomi treated you like shit. That doesn’t mean you can’t touch me.”

“This has nothing to do with her. I just…” he let out a harsh breath. “I don’t know what you’d like. What would feel good. And if I let myself touch you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

There was vulnerability in his eyes, in his voice.

And I loved that.

“You’re afraid of losing control,” I said.

“Unfortunately.” He heaved a sigh.

I laughed. “You don’t need to be afraid. Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I like to get bossed around when things get hot though; I should probably admit that.”

His eyes gleamed wickedly. “Do you?”

“A lot.”

“Good.” He dragged his thumbs over my bare hips, and I shivered. “I want to taste you,” he said, voice low. “Your mouth, first. And then every other inch of you. I want to watch you lose control on my tongue.”

Oh damn. “I think I could handle that,” I said, my breathing picking up a little as I rocked my ass lightly against his hardness.

“I want my fingers buried inside you again.” He dragged his thumbs over my hipbones, and I rocked a little more. “So I can feel you tighten when you shatter.”

“Okay,” I managed to get out.

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