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His hand slid over mine, washing away some of my fear, bringing down my spiking pulse.
“Look at me,” he said.
Our eyes locked, and I got lost in the concern shining in his gaze. Every part of me wanted to be ready for him. Wanted to forget my haunted past and not be scared to trust again. I longed to truly let go and delve into the moment with him. But to do so, I had to move past the triggers of my panic attacks. And that was going to take everything I had.
“Do it again,” I said.
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
I’d be the judge of that. “I need you to do this,” I said with a little too much desperation, taking his hand and bringingthe feather across my shin.
Shadow studied me for a long moment, his eyes hooded. Was he going to pull away, consider me a lost cause?
“Okay,”he finally said, moving to crouch beside me on the bed. “But if you want to stop, tell me.”
I squeezed his hand and gave him a brave smile.
He twirled the soft plume on the inside of my arm, and my breath hitched.
Every part of me yearned for him to make me forget about my past. Forget all about the dangers that faced us tomorrow. Forget our lives were at stake, and how we may never return to the resistance alive. I didn’t want to think that this might be my last night in Haven, but if it was, I wanted to share it with him, and I let all my previous apprehension vanish to the dark recesses of my mind.
Shadow studied me, his eyes wide with anxiety, as if he was afraid I might break if he tickled me the wrong way, and I let out a laugh full of nerves.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing.” I smiled. “Keep going.”
The feather inched up the inside of my arm, brushing the side of my breast, and I gasped in a good way. This encouraged Shadow, and the feather’s crest danced across my chest, making every part of me quiver with anticipation of where it would glide next. Up my neck, behind my earlobes, in the delicate folds of my ears. Down between the crack of my cleavage, prompting a squeal of delight. I was eager for him to touch me and do the same thing with his fingers.
“You like that?” he asked, circling the soft plume on the top of my breasts and over the fabric.
“Yes,” I panted, wanting more.
“I knew you would.” A smile tugged at his voice. His body relaxed, and he lay alongside me, his head resting on his palm.
He poked the feather between my bosom, and I let out a long moan, drawing a heartened smile from Shadow. Everything about his expression said he enjoyed making me feel at ease. His hard cock strained against the fabric of his pants. Obviously, this was doing wild things to him, too. Suddenly, I understood his plan. He was going to stroke me with that feather, tempt me, drive me into such a heated frenzy that I’d beg for it.Fuck…I was falling for it. Desire radiated off me, and I reached out to massage his hardness, but he brushed me away.
“I’m not finished yet,” he said.
I groaned, showing my displeasure.
He sat up, straddling his legs over mine, trailing the feather up my other arm. Bliss quaked through me with each soft stroke. Finally, he curled it across my forehead, leaving me seriously aching in the pit of my stomach, wanting nothing more than for him to take me.
“Want to take your dress off?” His silky tone had a quality to it that would make me do anything he asked of me.
Slowly, I sat up, my hands slipping behind my back, tugging at the strings of my dress. Leaning forward, he reached behind me, prying them lose, gently peeling back the dress from my shoulders. His desire echoed through me as he took off my undergarments, making me slick between my legs.
But then his face twisted, and his fingers traced the scars along my arms and stomach. “Who did this to you?”
Damn it.He’d made me forget all about those. I trembled in his hold, frightened at the anger brewing behind his eyes, and of opening up. I didn’t want this moment to be spoiled.
“My stepmother,” I told him.
“I’ll kill her,” he growled.
A great fear soared in me. That if he asked more questions I would lose it. “I don’t want to talk about that now.”
His tight jaw relaxed as he gazed into my eyes. Instead of removing his clothes, he pressed me back gently into the pillow. From there, he continued with his delicious teasing act. Each stroke along my belly hardened my nipples, and I wriggled, wanting him to tweak them between his fingers. The feather twirled down to my mound, dusting it, and I twitched, parting my legs for him. Every inch of my pussy glowed with pleasure as he teased the feather back and forth. Moaning, I grabbed his shirt, bunching it in my fingers. I wanted him like I’d never wanted any other man.
