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And I could not find it in me to rebel.
Not when I could calculate.
Having already allowed the general to do much to my body, to be inside my body, this didn’t seem the moment to protest. What harm was there in giving the male this opportunity, so I could observe what he would do with me?
I needed to be clean.
This was clearly how it was going to take place.
And whether I liked him or not, it felt very good.
The male knew exactly how to manage me. After all, he’d had ten years to study everything he might find to draw me into his proclivities.
“Trust me. Allow.” A terrible request from someone wielding a disarming, fixed stare.
Had it even been forty-eight hours since I woke to find myself in his bed, in his den, fully bonded and in his complete power?
Closing my eyes to him, I pulled in a breath and felt my shoulders ease away from my ears.
“Good. That’s good, Lorieyn.”
Anxiety rode me hard when his attention to washing my arms ended. An open palm slick with foam landed on my flat stomach, leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. From hip point and across my navel, he then stroked until he cupped my ribs and began working his fingers between the bones.
All the while, he cooed his soothing praise, moving slowly as if I were some frightened animal.
Knowing he prepared for intimate moments of this nature for years.
That he imagined all outcomes, had contingency plans in place for every nervous breath I might take, each complaint I might voice.
That, should I strike or refuse him, all he need do was thrum and scent the air.
Shift my weight to the right? He’d shift to the left. Should I turn my head away? He’d lay a kiss on my exposed throat.
Should I grouse, he’d thump out a single brazen pulse that calmed my racing hearts.
And when his diligent fingertips found a spot that made my breath catch, he’d chase out every tingle he might inspire my body to experience.
I’d never really understood the term “luxuriate” before.
Now, I understood why that word rolled over the tongue, why you had to feel it with your whole mouth. Rounded, sensory yet cognizant, it was a waving energy that lulled even as it roused.
And I liked it. After years of hard labor, pain, discipline, and hypervigilance, I liked it in a way that made me understand how tenuous my self-control might be under an expert touch.
Parting my lashes, I dared take an unhurried look at the seductive, grand liar with his hands all over me.
He was delighted to do as he pleased. Had been waiting for me to rouse enough to remember to glower.
Green eyes found mine through the steam.
This man was no stranger, no lover, no prince come to whisk me away to his castle tower.
No, the one testing techniques he learned from God only knew how many manuals was the very authority figure responsible for every day I endured since we met.
My mate.
“Lorieyn…” Taking his time choosing his next words, his tone matched his self-satisfied smirk. “It isn’t like you to be this obedient. You must want something.”
“I’m collecting data.” And that was not a lie.
