I thought of all the times he had hugged me and when his arm had brushed up against mine. Could he feel the implant in there? How many times had he hugged me and touched that horrible lie and smiled through it?
Dig stopped hunting for another bubble and directed his full attention to me, catching whiffs of my severity and anguish. Confusion was clear on him. He looked better without his hood. The candlelight gave his dark hair highlights. His jaw arched sharply, his nose sloped to a curved tip.
He pressed his hand to my chest.
My nipples hardened. However, he focused only on my heartbeat.
“Is it that astounding that I’m Soulless?” I flicked a bubble away. “Honestly, I feel nothing about most things.”
I had probably been Soulless regardless of Magnus poisoning me.
When satisfied that my heart was still a Soulless heart, Dig did not take his hand away, instead his fingers coasted to my nipple, his thumb brushed over my hardened tip.
Pure bliss sparked through me from that single stroke. His thumb brushed over my nipple again, until it was fully erect and he did the same to the other before gliding his hand down my sternum, over my waist, past my belly button and cupped my pussy.
A sigh left me.
My legs opened as if he had pressed a button.
Pretty ecstasy itched through my body, forcing me to lay there, open and vulnerable to that single hand, wanting it to explore.
Dig smirked. “Do you want me to?”
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His fingers did a taunting exploration along my pelvic bone, stopping on my clit. “Open up wider.”
I did.
I stretched open my legs until my knees pressed into either side of the bathtub and he rested his forearm over my thigh.
His thumb swirled around my clit, teasing to touch it. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes, losing a whine.
“That’s my girl.” He ran his thumb around it again, not quite touching, purposely not.
I shifted my hips, eager, hungry, thirsty, desperate for his thumb to find my clit again.
“You want it bad.” His voice twisted into a low whisper with flecks of hilarity. He circled my clit again watching me squirm. Frustration clung to me and my forehead lined from it. He chuckled. “How bad do you want it?”
“B—b—bad.” I wasn’t capable of proper speech.
He chuckled again, teasing his thumb close to my clit, but taking it away. “Beg me.”
“Please.”
“Again.”
“Please, Dig, please.”
“My God, you’re such a good girl. You don’t make things hard, do you?” He paused. “Well, except for my cock.”
My brows sprung up while I kept my eyes closed. I was yet to see his eyes, yet to see really anything of him… but the thought of his cock as he stroked close to my clit made me want to learn about that very specific appendage.
“Do you want me to touch you?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Manners.”
