Page 41 of Mated to the Moon


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Adonis had smashed that glass and said he liked it just the way it was.

But could she believe him?

“Lean back,pequeña.”

“Why do you call me that so much?”

“Because you are small compared to me.”

“That’s probably true for most of the world.”

“Perhaps, but there is only one you, and that’s all that matters.”

More glass breaking around her heart.

He picked up a soft washcloth and large bar of soap and dunked them in the water. Slowly, he worked them together until he had a rich lather and set the bar to the side.

“Give me your hand.”

Fabiana complied, watching him as he washed one arm and then the other. He massaged as he worked, releasing the pent-up pain and melting it away. Her shoulders, her neck. Adonis missed nothing as he worked her body and cleaned away evidence of the night before. Then he helped her to her knees to wash her back.

“Mmmm,” she moaned when he hit a particularly sore spot.

“Don’t do that, or I’ll take you over the tub right now.”

“Then stop doing things that feel so good.”

“Mmm,” he returned. “I do so love those claws of yours.”

Her hands found his shoulders and she dug her nails into his flesh. “Like that?”

He wrapped one arm behind her back, yanked her to him, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Cuidado, baby. When I’m hit, I hit back harder.”

Oh?

She raked her nails down his back as far as she could reach.

He froze for one second.

Two.

On the third, he pulled her from the bath. Dripping all over the place, she laughed as he tossed her onto the bed.

“Adonis.”

He huffed beside the bed, his cock stiff and pressing against his briefs. “I like your laugh.”

“What?”

“You don’t share it often, but it lights up in your eyes. Blue balls are worth that.”

She’d played. Played with her mate.

He looked over his shoulder, breaking the moment, and reached for something out of her immediate view. When he turned around, she wished she’d kept the laughter going.

“This is what blocked your scent from me.”

Her suit dangled between his fingers. It matched his skin tone where he touched it, but it remained its normal color everywhere else.