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Her eyes flared. Her frequency stroked him first then her hands followed as she splayed her fingers over his abs then slowly moved up, covering his pecs to rise and fondle his shoulders. Leaning into him, she sucked his left nipple, then his right, then back and forth until his eyes rolled in his head and he groaned.
If just her touch, and her lips flicking each tip, sent this much desire through him, what would the rest be like? She leaned into him, sucking harder. You taste like war, she pathed through his mind.
He groaned all over again.
He reached over her back and found the bottom of her shirt and started to pull upward. She drew back and lifted her arms overhead. Not waiting, she got rid of her shoes and jeans, the rest of her female gear.
For a split-second, he debated whether to attack her or take the time to lose his boots and leathers. Like the smart man he was, he got rid of the last hindrance to both the shower and her body.
He cranked up the jets and as he got the temperature just right, he turned to find her eyes wide once more as her gaze drifted up and down his ass.
“Ethan, you’re magnificent.” She moved toward him and he stayed right where he was. Again, another sign of his basic intelligence.
She dropped down behind him and started kissed his left ass-cheek, then shifted to his right, then went lower until she was kissing the backs of his thighs. He spread his legs, water pouring down his chest. Her fingers drifted over his balls and in front to stroke upward as she fondled what was getting way too hard.
The whole time, a vibration worked over his skin from her touch, something very realm, but which he’d never experienced before. This was something uniquely Samantha.
His blood rose. A half-fae with more power than most of the full-fae he knew.
A woman who had with one feeding, ended decades of suffering. His stomach no longer cramped and he felt whole and strong.
But he needed to calm down.
“Let’s change things up.”
As he turned, she rose up off her knees, her light blue eyes darkening with passion. Her fingertips grazed the front of this thighs. He put his hands on her shoulders. “Will you scrub some of the battle sweat off me?”
She nodded, found a bar of French-milled soap in the tile inset, and set to work. She foamed up her hands, handed him the bar and began to rub in circles over his neck and chest, his shoulders and arms. Down she went. He closed his eyes as her hands covered every inch of his skin, even down to his toes.
“Turn,” she commanded. “And give me the soap again.”
He obeyed, and had the pleasure of feeling the rest of him lathered up, from ankles to ass to the breadth of his back, and beneath the long length of his heavy, wet hair, until she was done.
He turned in the spray of the shower to face her.
With a crooked smile and the soap in her hand held palm up, she said, “Do me.”
He smiled, he couldn’t help it. “With pleasure.”
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Samantha had slipped into a place she’d never been before, a part of herself undiscovered until now. For one thing, her body sang, that was the only way she could explain it. She knew the realm-world was a world of frequency and vibration, but now she experienced a part of that reality. His frequency flowed over her in waves, like the softest touch caressing her skin with continual erotic pulses, while deep within, she felt the response of her own fae frequency, reaching for his vibration, entwining at times, engaging.
But there was another part that had more to do with her human experiences in that right now she felt irrationally free of inhibitions with a man who was just shy of being a stranger to her.
She’d had sex with more than one of her boyfriends, but it had never been like this. Of course, Ethan was beyond the norm, so far beyond what she’d known that she was sure only the realm-world could have produced such a man.
He smiled, that extraordinary smile of his, made even broader because his thick curly hair lay wet and flat against his head, setting his features in beautiful relief; his cheekbones powerful, his jaw firm, and the indentation of his chin inviting her tongue.
She almost leaned up to take a swipe, but suddenly Ethan’s hands, full of lather, were planted on her br**sts. Her back arched, which thrust her chest forward. Ethan leaned in, his big hands covering and fondling her, his fingers rising to peaks and tugging on her now-firm ni**les. The lubricant of the soap made the sensation soft, fiery, and sensual all at the same time.
She closed her eyes, her hands balanced on his h*ps so she wouldn’t fall. He massaged harder and harder and she pressed into him, until her h*ps undulated and her internal well pulled on what she needed to be there, the sooner the better.
He slid one hand low and he soaped her between her legs, rubbing slowly and carefully. He took pains to rinse her off as well. “I want you in my bed.”
The words came out like a command, which tightened her abdomen and her breathing hitched. He dried them both off carefully with a thick tower, then cupped her face and kissed her once, afterward searching her eyes. “Am I pleasing you?”
She gave a soft cry, stunned that he would be concerned, then threw her arms around his neck, plastering herself against him.
He responded, surrounding her with all that muscle and strength, his arms overlapping her back.
For a heady second she swore she could stay like this forever, in the circle of his caring embrace and the strength of his warrior’s body.
He chuckled, which became a jarring motion against his chest. “I take that as a yes.”
Yes, she pathed, sliding her thoughts over his.
He met her gaze again. I love that you can penetrate my mind like this.
She nodded, still clinging to him. All this faeness that I’m discovering. It’s amazing.
He lifted her off her feet and in that odd dangling position he kissed her repeatedly as he carried her into his sleeping area that also opened up to the large enclosed garden. While still holding her, he pulled back the comforter and laid her down easily on his bed, as though she was a feather, another sign that he wasn’t human, that he had more physical strength than she could imagine.
She thought he would stretch out on top of her, instead, he caught her calves, one in each hand, and pulled her to the side of the bed. Her body went lax knowing full well what he meant to do.
I love your landing strip, penetrated her mind, as he dropped to his knees, black like your hair. Then he went to work. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the sensation of Ethan’s soft, moist tongue as he laved her folds, teased her lips, and flicked the center of her, where the pleasure was most intense.
