Page 51 of Fae's Mate
“Satisfied?” Taylen chuckles.
“Very…” I purr.
Taylen rubs a thumb along my jaw, then dips his head for a quick kiss.
I hum as his lips brush mine, and my body tingles, already eager for another round.
No.
“As much as I would like to stay in bed with you all day, we both have things we need to do,” I insist.
“The only duty I am concerned with is satisfying my mate,” Taylen informs me, already nuzzling my neck.
So tempting.
“I am more than satisfied,” I promise, wriggling out from under him.
When he withdraws, I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. He rolls away from me, and I gaze in awe at his finely toned body; all tanned skin, and sculpted muscle… perhaps our other dutiescanwait.
“We should bathe first,” he suggests.
“I really should speak to the others.”
“Be that as it may, you and I both smell like sex,” he informs me, rising from the bed.
My cheeks flush, even as I watch him stride around the four-poster towards me. The sight of his naked body makes me weak at the knees, and I wonder if this feeling will fade now we have accepted the bond, or if I will always feel this way around him.
“Come, it won’t take long,” he promises, and before I can agree, he reaches down and scoops me up into his arms, one arm under my knees, one arm around my shoulders.
I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a quick peck on the cheek as he carries me, grinning, into the bathroom.
He lowers me into the tub, and with a wave of his hand, it fills with perfectly heated water. I wonder if this is a new trick, or something he could do before his magic fulfilled. Straightening, he wanders around the room, gathering soap, sponges, and towels. Satisfied he has everything he needs, he joins me in the tub, pulling me into his arms.
“Will you allow me?” he asks, already lathering up a sponge.
I nod, with a stupidly wide smile, and turn my back to him, so he can start there. As he runs the sponge over my shoulders and down my spine, I decide to test my magic.
Twirling my fingers just above the water, I pull a handful into the air. At first it is just a clumsy ball, but as I focus, I manage to make it take the form of a cube. After the cube, I manage a pyramid, and a cylinder, then try something a little more complicated. After a moment of focus, I force the water into the shape of a flower, the same shape Taylen created that night in the gardens. Finally, in a moment of childishness, I manipulate the water into the shape of a penis.
“Very impressive,” Taylen chuckles behind me.
I giggle and lose my focus, the water splashing back into the tub.
His sponge filled hands slide to my front, and he takes extra care, soaping up my breasts. A lean into him, my back against his chest as he washes my front. I soft moan escapes me as the sponge dips below the water and between my legs, but Taylen is being dutiful, and carefully makes sure every inch of me is squeaky clean. When my body is done, he uses a jug, magically filled with water to rinse my hair, massaging some wonderfully fragranced soap into it, then rinses it again. As he pours the last jug over my tilted back head, he uses his fingers to comb through my hair, and when his fingers brush my ears, I shudder.
“I’ve never been turned on having my hair washed before,” I tell him.
His arms snake around my waist, and he kisses along my shoulder.
“Well, you should know then that I plan many more baths with you, where washing your hair will be the least arousing thing we do.”
My toes curl at the thought, but I lean forward and pull away before I get too distracted.
“Your turn,” I announce, turning to face him and taking the sponge from his hand.
He smiles and nods, then turns his back to me. Tucking his thick hair over one shoulder, I marvel at the expanse of his muscled back, and press my thighs together before lathering up the sponge. I scrub every inch of him I can reach, focusing on the task, rather than how my body is responding.
“Turn around,” I instruct him.
