I watch her, loving the way she’s disrobing me.
There’s a boldness to her movements, one I know is fostered by her spirit and not experience.
Did Morpheus show her how to do this, too?I wonder.Or is this all Sera?
Neither reason actually matters.
All I care about is her hands on my bare legs, skimming upward to my boxer briefs.
She doesn’t ask or comment, just hooks her thumbs inside the black fabric and yanks them down—similar to what I did to her gown. Except the boxers don’t rip; they just glide down my legs.
Being the thorough woman that she is, she removes my socks with the boxers, leaving me as naked as her on the bed.
And from the expression on her face, I can tell she’s impressed.
“Like what you see, sweet mystery?” I ask, wondering if her mouth will compliment me in a manner similar to her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispers, admiring my muscular thighs before studying my cock. Her nostrils flare, her tongue sneaking out to dampen her lips again.
“Are you thinking about tasting me?” I murmur, curious as to what she’s thinking.
She glances up to meet my gaze. “Can I touch you?”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Sera.” I mean it. She could drag a knife along my skin, make me bleed, and I would allow it.
I’m hers in a way I’ve never belonged to anyone.
I can’t define it. Can’t say how or when it happened.But at some point, my babysitting assignment turned into something so much more. So much deeper. So much more intense.
Now, Sera owns my loyalty. My compassion.My everything.
Is it fast? For her, maybe. But I’ve had eternity to find a connection like this. I know what I feel. I trust it. And I’m not going to shy away from it.
Perhaps, it’ll be temporary.
Perhaps, it’ll be for eternity.
But as her palms skim my thighs, I hope for the latter. Becausefuck, that feels good.So. Fucking. Good.
My tattoos warm in response, swirling along my skin and creating a pleasant hum. Her eyes widen a little, telling me she feels it, too. When she notices the way the smoky lines whirl and move along my shaft, her fingertips pause.
“I told you I would show you what my tattoos can do,” I tell her, amused by the way she’s studying my arousal. “Stroke me, trouble.Feelme.”
Because I want to demonstrate my power against her palm, make her realize just what I’ll be able to do once I’m inside her.
She visibly shivers, then drifts her touch upward to tentatively trace one of the tattooed lines. When it moves, she yanks her hand back. But then narrows her eyes and touches me again. Bolder now.Hotter. Her lips part when my tattoos react to her exploration. “Oh,” she breathes, her cheeks reddening. “Oh.”
I smile. “You asked about my gifts, Sera. I told you I can make others feel whatever I desire. Pain… pleasure…” I increase the frequency and add, “Ecstasy.”
Her eyes practically roll into the back of her head, her nipples beading tightly, her body so flushed with arousalthat I sit up and grab her hips before she can fall off of me. “Maliki,” she says, her chest suddenly heaving.
A chuckle leaves me as I pull her up my legs and onto my lap. She releases my shaft in the process and grabs my shoulders, her overexcited state leaving her beautifully submissive beneath my touch.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I tell her softly.
She obeys, lost to the vibrations my body is releasing to hers.
It’s not a purr. It’s something better.
