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“All right,” he murmured at last. “Can you tell me why you stopped wanting it? Was it something I did? Or said? Was I too crude for you? I know the wrong word can pull a female out of the moment damn quick.”
Mia was surprised at his sensitivity. Michael had never asked if things were good for her in bed or what he could do to make them better.
“No,” she murmured shyly. “No, I…Ilikedthe way you were talking. It really, uh, turned me on.”
Which was a minor miracle in itself, since nothing and nobody seemed able to do that. Mia didn’t know why she was feeling so much freer and looser tonight—or she had been before thoughts of the past tried to force themselves into her mind.
“I’m just…fucked up in the head,” she told Sev. “It’s…I don’t know—bad memories.”
“Oh, baby…” His eyes softened. “Did somebody hurt you?”
Mia dropped her gaze.
“Not like you mean. But yes, in a way, I guess. I, uh, don’t want to talk about it, though.”
“I understand,” he rumbled. “We don’t have to discuss it if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t,” Mia said. “But, well…” She looked up at him uncertainly. “Would you…could you hold me? Just until we get to sleep?”
“Aw, baby…” Sev’s eyes went soft again. “Of course I’ll hold you. I just have to run to the fresher for a minute first and take care of something, then I’ll be right back—okay?”
“Sure.” Mia watched him go.
As he slid out of bed, it occurred to her that the “something” he had to take care of was probably the enormous hard-on she’d felt rubbing against her ass. God, it had beenhuge.For a moment she imagined herself again, on her knees before him and sucking him, taking him deep in her mouth and down her throat as he stroked her hair and called her a “good girl,” in his deep, rumbling voice.
And just like that, the feeling of desire was back again and stronger than ever.
Mia shifted restlessly in the bed. Why would such an image turn her on? Not like she wouldmindgiving her partner oral pleasure—though it had never occurred to her before—but why would she want to be put into such a submissive, demeaning position? She had left the sect in order to getawayfrom all the rampant misogyny—it didn’t make sense for something likethatto arouse her.
Regardless if it made sense, it certainlydidarouse her, though. She imagined it again—kneeling before the big Kindred and taking his shaft in her mouth while he stroked her hair. At the same time, she reached under her shirt and plucked lightly at her nipples. Sparks of pleasure shot down her spine, straight to her pussy—the spot at her very center which was crying out to be touched and stroked and pleasured.
Maybe I should try it again,Mia speculated. She spent a few more moments stroking and teasing her nipples and then slid her hand down between her legs again. But when she parted her outer pussy lips to slip her fingers inside, she heard that voice—hisvoice—in her head.
“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’ll have to report this. I can’t have this kind of lewd conduct under my roof.”
Ashes again. Mia pulled her hand away, feeling shame rise inside her like a malignant tide. Oh God,whycouldn’t she get the past out of her head?
She cupped her hands between her breasts, determined not to try again—determined to be good. But her determination didn’t stop the tears that rose to her eyes or the soft sob that rose to her lips. A moment later another followed it and then another and another.
The door opened and Sev came in, his golden eyes looking worried in the darkness.
“Mia? Baby? You okay?”
“Do…do I look okay?” Mia demanded, trying and failing to stop the tears. God, she hated to cry!
Sev slid back into bed and gathered her into his arms. She held back at first—not wanting to seem weak or girly. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer and pulled her close.
At last Mia gave in. Burying her face in his broad chest, she let the tears come, just as she had after she’d told him about filing for divorce from her loveless, lifeless marriage. And as he had before, Sev didn’t try to talk about it or dig for answers. He just held her gently and stroked her back with his big, warm hands and murmuring that everything was going to be all right.
Mia didn’t know when the tears stopped and sleep took her. She only knew she found comfort and safety in her partner’s arms as she finally drifted off.
TWELVE
SEV
Sev held her for a long time after she felt asleep, cradling the small, curvy, precious body against his own. Gods, why did she have to be so damn beautiful? Why couldn’t he seem to resist her or resist doing things he knew would probably harm their relationship?
Those were the things he’d been thinking earlier, when he’d seen Mia, first in just a towel and then in the thin white nightshirt which clearly showed the plump, pink points of her nipples. And later when she’d practically invited him to touch her, to cup her full breasts—so big and ripe they overflowed even his large hands—and to tease her tight nipples. Sev had known he shouldn’t do it—even now he was worried about what the consequences would be when Mia woke up the next day and probably regretted what they’d done.
