Page 102 of Wolfkissed
I blink. “My chest says yes.”
A smile cracks on her face, but her expression remains thoughtful. What in the hells is she thinking so hard about while looking at my pecs?
Can someone die from being so hard for a woman all the goddamn time? Just wondering. Nothing to do with me or the state of my aching cock and blue balls.
“I don’t want to be naïve and ignorant anymore,” she whispers.
“Being sheltered isn’t a problem for men, I assure you. That was just me talking shit, you?—”
“I don’t want to be ignorant,” she says. “To arrive at the manor knowing as much about men as I did when I was a child. To enter his bedchamber unprepared. To… to let him undress me, touch me, do things to me I’m not familiar with.”
I sit in the cooling water as still as I can. “Tell me what you really want. Anything. I’d do anything for you.”
“I told you. I want to touch you… touch your chest and…”
“And anything else you like,” I say quickly, too quickly, because fuck, my mouth has gone dry. Is this really happening? Will I allow it after I decided to stay back?
Who am I kidding? Of course I’ll allow it. I’d beg for it if I hadn’t told myself not to push her.
Still, she hesitates, lifting her hand off mine. My fingers splay, letting the washcloth drop into the water with a small splash. I barely notice, all my attention on her, on her soft breasts and hard nipples, on her face with the lowered dark lashes, the flush on her cheeks, the parted lips.
Fuck, this woman. What she does to me.
“Touch me, then, Princess,” I breathe when I can’t take the tension anymore. “I know. You’re saving yourself for your husband. But this doesn’t count. It’s only practice. Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”
She chews on her lip, and I want to kiss her mouth so fucking badly.
“Feel free to touch any part of me,” I go on. “Get to know my body. A man’s body.” I lift my hands. “I won’t touch you, but you may touch me. If you want. I’m willing to be your doll. Play with me.”
She laughs softly. “You look nothing like a doll.”
“I know.” I wink. “Too rugged, right?”
“Too… alive,” she breathes. “Full of fire.”
“That’s not my element. I’m fae, made of earth and air.”
“Yet, the magic changed. Its very nature twisted out of shape. In his Philosophies of the Elements, Wise Eyrychius said?—”
“Fuck the philosophers.” I close my eyes and take a calming breath. “You are setting me on fire. Let’s see them explain that.”
Her soft snort has me looking at her again. Fuck, the way she looks naked in the water… The nymphs haunting the streams on the mountains aren’t half as pretty as her, and they have molded themselves into breath-stopping beauties to lure the fae to their deaths.
They’d be jealous of her.Iam jealous. My body is jealous of the water caressing her curves and dipping between her legs, where I want to be.
“Don’t insult the philosophers,” she finally mutters. “They saved my life in ways nobody can understand.”
“And you’re saving mine in ways you don’t understand, either,” I whisper, unable to stop the words from spilling from my mouth.
“Valen…” Her small hand finally collides with my chest. It’s a soft landing, but it feels like a rock-solid punch to my plexus, knocking out my breath. A small gasp escapes her. “So warm…”
Are you cold?I want to ask.Let me warm you up. Let me kiss you all over, let me pleasure you until you scream, let me… just let me.
But I keep my mouth shut, gritting my teeth as her hand travels up to my right pec, her touch featherlight, her gaze following the path of her fingertips. She leans forward as she does so, her pretty tits almost brushing my skin, and I swear I’m about to come. Just from this.
Who’s turned out to be the touch-starved one, Valen?
My cock, that’s who. Have I slept with women and men? I sure have. I never actually believed in soulmates and waiting for the right one, and like I told Rosie, we wolves like to touch, play, and find pleasure together. I’m by no fucking means celibate, nor have I ever been. The thought of not even jacking off when I get the urge is inconceivable to me.
