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She glanced back at the bed. “Yes, they are, but don’t worry; they’re part of me.”
“I’m not worried, Willow, not on any level. You spoke of trusting me, but I feel the same way about you.”
She turned back to him and caught his face in her hands, kissing him once on the lips. “Will you let me do something for you? It would mean a lot to me, a sort of ritual.”
He’d known many fae through the years and knew that they placed great value on the order of things. “I’d be honored.”
She drew a deep breath and he felt how nervous she was. But what she said surprised him. “Take off your clothes.”
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Willow felt her cheeks grow warm, having just told the Mastyr of Ashleaf to essentially get naked. She added quickly, “I’ll be right back.”
She moved into the small adjacent bathroom and filled a white ceramic basin with cool water. Afterward, she removed her clothes then donned her thin, white, floor-length robe. She took a moment to brush out her long hair.
She heard Malik cursing. Right afterward, the sound of his boots striking the wood floor reverberated into the bathroom. The Guardsmen wore thigh boots over leathers, a very masculine, sexy look, but they couldn’t always be easy to remove.
Carrying the basin and two soft cloths, she stopped on the threshold. He’d laid out his clothes on a ladder-back woven chair by the window opposite the bed.
And he was naked.
She couldn’t believe that after two years of painful longing he was finally here. Given her level of responsibility, she might only get to experience this with him once, but she wanted to do it right. Besides, the earth sustained her as though approving of what she was doing, and she knew the colony was safe.
Bidding him stand on the oval rag-rug that she’d made herself, she dipped the cloth in the water. She sank to her knees and began with his feet and cleansed him, her heart very full, her fangs sitting on her lower lip because she was terribly aroused. She washed his legs and felt his hand on her head in soft, affectionate strokes.
His very tender touch was just as she’d imagined. She sensed his emotions as well that he was somewhat in awe of what she was doing. At the same time, his mating vibration came to life, a soft hum in the center of his being, which naturally stirred her own needs.
Was this the man for her, the mastyr of an entire realm?
Her pleasure was intense as she asked him to spread his legs. She carefully worked the cool, damp cloth over his testicles and cock, the latter of which was thick and long and quite perfect.
And fully erect.
She kissed his groin on either side, just above the veins. She could smell his blood because of her latent wraith abilities. Looking up at him, she said, “Your blood smells of the richest part of the forest, Malik. Just like you.”
“And yours smells like the forest after a rain. That clean, almost spiritual fragrance.”
She smiled. “I like that you’ve said it that way.”
She busied herself again, cleansing his abdomen and chest, taking her time, wiping down both arms. She tended to his back and his buttocks in the same way.
When she was done, she took the basin back into the bathroom and returned with her brush. Pulling back the sheets, she had him sit on the side of the bed and took her time brushing out his Guardsman hair.
As Willow ran her hands down his hair, she could feel the subtle vibration. “Your hair makes you stronger.”
“That is our belief.”
“I can feel the frequency.” She rose as she spoke, and while standing in front of him, she removed her white robe.
His eyes flared, but he made no move to touch her. Instead, he waited, letting her lead the moment.
Her heart beat hard now, ready to be touched and loved by Malik after so many months of painful longing. Without saying anything, she stretched out on her stomach on the bed and waited.
Closing her eyes, she expected Malik to join her. Instead, the floor creaked and a moment later, she heard the water running. She lifted up on her forearms and tears came to her eyes when he returned with the basin.
He took his time as well, beginning with her feet and washed her head-to-foot. Tears began to fall and she couldn’t seem to stop them. She’d bathed Malik because she revered what he did for her kind. But to have him return what was for her a very sacred act, struck her deep in her soul.
When she turned over and he cleansed her legs, then deep between her thighs, desire began to rise once more, the way it had for the past two years.
