We still, our hearts beating fast as we pant together.
“You’re silly, Kitty, if you ever think what’s mine isn’t yours.”
My body freezes at the words.
I know he gave me his most important book, and then he kissed me. I know I shouldn’t be so shocked at his admission, but this is something deeper. So. Deep. Like, together forever kind of speak.
“Cait, are you alright?” Bastian asks as his hold slackens on me.
I nod as I swallow down the unexpected emotion. “Fine. Totally good.”
He grabs my chin and turns my face toward his. Though his eyes are still cloudy, he seems to be able to see me well enough for the crease in his forehead to deepen.
“You can tell me,” he says softly.
I roll in his hold until we’re face to face, and cup his cheek. “It’s just that I’ve been in a long-term relationship before and it didn’t go as planned. I’m scared…for when things don’t go as planned.”
“I know,” he says as his expression melts into a gentle smile. “I know you.”
I try to tuck my chin but he grabs my face, pulling it close to his. He places his lips on mine in a tentative kiss, so brief it takes me by surprise.
“I will not leave you like he did.”
The chasm in my heart looms wide before me.
“You can’t promise that,” I say, tears threatening to break me.
He kisses me again, this time harder and more desperate. His grip tightens on the back of my neck and he deepens the kiss, opening my mouth and stealing inside. I hug close to him, diving into the intimacy he so freely gives.
He pulls back, panting and full of fury. “You will not question me, pink flesh. I am hundreds of centuries old with the knowledge of millions.”
Bastian tugs on my hair, forcing my face up to truly see his. We stare at one another for so long I lose myself in his hazy eyes.
“I. Will not. Leave you.”
I suppress a cry and become aware of the fact that my bladder is very full. I mash my lips together and try to stifle the sensation. He’s looking at me so intensely and I feel like I need to say something as intense but holy heck I really need to pee.
Suddenly, he smiles. “Iwillleave you for your foray into the water closet.”
I laugh as I roll off the side of the bed and run for the bathroom. I strip down after handling my business and hop in the shower. Bastian doesn’t maintain his distance for that, manifesting in the tub with me as soon as I step under the showerhead.
He grabs the bar of soap and lathers it between his hands, letting the suds run down his arms and drip off his elbows.
“Turn around,” he commands and I do, turning myself into the spray of the showerhead.
His hands slide over my shoulders and down my arms. He grabs my hands, letting his fingers glide through mine before pulling back. He explores me, soaping up between touches as the water washes it away. I’m breathing hard and leaning back into him by the time his hands slide down my ass to my thighs.
He circles inward with both hands, one of them skating up my stomach to my breasts as the other stays locked between my legs. The soap makes his fingers glide through my center effortlessly, and I moan just as easily. He kisses my neck and holds me up with his other arm as he slides through my pussy again.
“What do you want?” he asks as he presses down harder.
I moan. “This. Please.”
“You want me to make you come,” he murmurs as two of his fingers start making loose circles around my clit.
I lean my head back on his chest and move my hand between us, finding his erection. I grip him hard and give him a slow pump.
“I want to make you come, too,” I whisper.
