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Daithi had disappointed me again. My hero had failed to save me. And with his rescue of the other demons, I realized that I was replaceable. That perhaps our friendship was only built on my gratitude.
"You aren't a terrible person," she whispered.
As I stared at the floor, small pink feet appeared in my vision, and I looked up at my soul pair. "He rescued fifty demons that had been suffering for centuries, and all I can think about is how angry I am that he didn't rescue us."
"I'm so sorry." She reached out a hand to stroke my cheek.
"Why are you sorry?" I nuzzled into her hand, feeling instantly calmer with her touch.
"Because I'm angry too, so that must make me a terrible person too."
"You are not—"
She placed a finger over my lips, and I immediately became distracted.
Her fingers are so small and soft.
"We are two parts of a whole, Zaide. Is that not what you told me?" I didn't respond, because I knew her point. "If I'm not a horrible person for being angry, then neither are you." She finished with a small but victorious smile that I couldn’t help but echo.
I grasped her wrist and pulled her hand from my lips to my cheek again, and with my other hand, I pulled her by her waist so she stood between my legs, my towel bunched high on my thighs.
"You're right, Little Cat. You are very wise."
"I am." She smiled, and her eyes sparkled with mirth. “And perhaps if he saw us trapped, he also saw us escape. Maybe he knew we would be all right without his help and decided to help the demons.”
I sighed. “He said he didn’t want Savida near—”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t see us safe. He prioritizes Savida and doesn’t communicate well, so it stands a chance he didn’t correctly explain before you left.”
“You are right. This could be a misunderstanding. I shouldn’t have stormed away like a youth.” I closed my eyes, and shame rolled over me.
Clawdia, with her hands on my cheeks, brushed her thumbs over my eyes and brows. “You’ve had a very traumatic week. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed and need a break.”
"I will deal with my anger with him tomorrow." I stroked her cheek, gently brushing a single finger down the side of her face to her chin, which I held for a moment, staring at her pink full lips.
"For now, I want to enjoy this moment of quiet," I whispered and brushed my thumb across her lips. "A moment when we are safe." They parted under my gentle touch and revealed a glimpse of her pink tongue.
My eyes flicked to hers. In her gaze, desire burned like the light of a candle. I looked at her lips again. Slowly, I drew my face to hers, enough that I felt her erratic breath tickle my chin and could see the flecks of blue in her violet eyes and the detail of the freckles that danced across her nose.
At the first brush of our lips, heat followed, and she shuddered. I allowed them to brush once, twice, three times, enjoying the light sensation of teasing the soft, sensitive skin. It was Clawdia who stopped me with pursed and parted lips, forcing mine to react similarly. She moaned as our tongues danced together, teasing and playful, and my hands gripped her hips tighter.
We were breathless and groaning, and I yearned to touch her, to fully explore the body of my soul pair. But I was frightened. Worse, I was inexperienced. I feared that reading a book would not compare to real life and leave my soul, my love, my little cat dissatisfied and frustrated. She would never tell me that either, our bond so new and her demeanor so kind that she wouldn’t be comfortable.
I had tensed with my thoughts, and as though she could see them written across my forehead, she whispered breathlessly, “Zaide, it’s okay. Please. It’s okay.”
“Little Cat, I … I have never—”
“Me neither.” Her eyes turned to mine, and I found myself lost in the affection of her gaze. She stroked my forehead and hair before licking her lips and continuing, “I think it would be really special to do it with the other half of my soul.”
I nodded, agreeing with her last statement, but then shook my head as a new thought arrived in my head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you … if it does. And we can stop.” She nudged my nose with hers. “Please, Zaide. I want you to … touch me. Please.”
And with those words, I ignited. My restraint crumbled, and I grasped her backside and pulled her astride me.
“You beg for nothing,” I growled in her ear.
She gasped as I bared her skin to my touch, quickly freeing her of the towel. I trailed my fingertips from her pliable thighs to the narrow bones of hips and then the entire expanse of her silky back until my hands fell back down to clutch the round cushioned flesh of her backside.
