Chapter Ten
Jayden lifts me in his arms again, deciding something he hasn’t shared with me yet, and marches into the bathroom with long purposeful strides. His lips caress the skin of my neck as he reluctantly sets me down on the vanity.
“Jayden? What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking care of you the way you deserve,” he mumbles almost to himself.
He begins filling the bathtub, grabbing the bath salts and essential oils I have for the rare occasion I have time to soak in the tub. How he knows what to do with it and how much to use is beyond me.
Once the tub is filled, Jayden stands back with his hands on his hips, nodding in satisfaction. My gaze tracks his movements as he stalks back over to me. He lifts me from the vanity and sets me on my feet. His movements are methodical as he grabs my brush and gently runs it through my long hair.
A moan slips past my lips at the gentle way he’s taking care of me. There’s something so sensual about the way he’s brushing through my long strands. How is this man actually mine? He’s so different from the cocky Jayden I first met.
Jayden’s gaze sparks with heat at the sound and he presses closer to my back. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
His warm breath on my neck sends chills down my spine in the best way. If he’s trying to show me how cherished I am, it’s working. He trails a featherlight touch down my back to the clasp of my bra.
My gaze finds his in the mirror as he unclasps my bra. Jayden pulls the straps down my arms slowly, teasingly.
“Look at us in the mirror,” Jayden whispers.
“What?” I ask, turning to him, but a single finger comes up to my chin, turning my head so I’m watching him in the mirror.
Jayden bends and runs his hands down my sides to the waistband of my jeans, tracing the top where the skin is exposed. My breath hitches as his hand splays low on my belly.
“You’re going to watch your own expression in the mirror as you shatter for me.” Jayden pops the button on my jeans.
Jayden bends, pulling my jeans down achingly slow. He kisses the exposed skin at the back of my thighs as he removes them along with my boots and socks. Once again, he has me completely naked while he’s still fully clothed.
All thoughts flee my brain as he nudges my thighs apart. He licks all the way up my slit in one long stroke. My grip tightens on the vanity as my knees wobble. There’s something primal and powerful about this strong man on his knees, devouring me like he’s starving.
“Fuck, Jayden.” My back arches and I tilt my head back.
“You’re supposed to be watching, baby,” Jayden says with a growl.
I snap my gaze back to the mirror at the reprimand. Satisfied, he returns to feasting on me. He rolls my clit between his teeth and sucks hard. My knees weaken as euphoria builds inside me. My chest heaves with exertion as I do my best to keep myself upright in front of the mirror.
Jayden presses a finger inside me and groans against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. A whimper explodes from my chest as I climb that peak higher and higher. My pupils are blown wide as the first shock waves hit me and I nearly fall to the floor as he presses another finger inside me.
“Mmm, you taste so good,” Jayden groans against me.
Euphoria crashes over me with the vibrations from his words. My magic is electric against my skin as I continue to watch myself come apart in the mirror. Blue lightning sizzles on my skin as I convulse. Jayden pumps his fingers inside me almost lazily as I come down from my high with panting breaths and wobbly legs.
“Fuck, Jayden.” I hang my head, attempting to catch my breath.
“Better, baby?” he asks, standing up behind me and pulling my body against his.
I can’t speak. The ability to form words has completely left my brain so I lay my head back on his shoulder. Turning to face him, I press a kiss to his neck.
“So good,” I mumble.
“You were such a good girl for me. Did you like what you saw in the mirror?” Jayden asks.
“It would have been better if you were naked behind me,” I say.
I reach my arms back, wrapping them around the back of his neck. The movement lifts my breasts and Jayden’s growl is all primal male lust.
“That can be arranged, baby.” He runs his hands over my ribs and brushes the underside of my breasts with long fingers.
