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“And are you here to make me come?” I ask lightly, tracing a finger around Ossev’s nipple through his filmy robes. “To let me ride your face?”
“Yes,” he rasps, his gaze full of intensity. “I would like that very much.”
A new idea strikes me and I continue to tease his nipple. “Want to have sex?”
“I just said I did.”
“No, Ossev. Read my thoughts. I want you inside me. Like we were before. But this time, we both want it.”
To my surprise, he flinches and the look in his eyes changes.
Oh. I’ve hurt him. I don’t need to be a mind-reading god to know that. “Ossev, I didn’t mean that—”
“You did,” he says, shaking his head. He takes my hand in his and turns it over, pressing a kiss to my palm. “But I understand now what you mean when you say that. I did not before. I did not care. But now that I know you, I know what the difference is between a Yulenna that endures my touch, and a Yulenna that embraces it.” His mouth moves against my skin in soft, feathery kisses as he lavishes attention on my palm, and then moves to kiss the tip of each finger, his gaze on me. “Now that we know the difference, I wish we could go back and fix the past and how we were to you before. I have looked into it, but we are to guide the threads for others, not ourselves. I have no power over that.”
I’m touched that he even tried. That he cares enough to want to change the experiences in the past. They were not bad experiences, just emotionless ones. I’ve certainly had worse.
“Just because you have had worse does not make them right,” Ossev murmurs, kissing the tip of my thumb. “One greater wrong does not excuse lesser wrongs.”
“You are a god,” I tell him, flustered. “You do not need to apologize to anyone.”
“Not even to you?”
My heart squeezes. “I…we’re still figuring each other out, Ossev. All four of us. I am here to bring you in touch with your humanity, yes? To remind you what it is to be human so you can better serve those you look after. I wouldn’t be here if you did not need such reminders. You wouldn’tneedme. If we get things wrong at first, that is themosthuman of problems.”
I chuckle, but he doesn’t join me, and my heart squeezes all over again because he looks miserable. Of the three, Ossev might be the most sensitive, the most in touch with his feelings. He will be my best friend of the three, I realize, and it makes me care for him all the more.
Reaching up, I caress his cool cheek and smile at him. “You listened to my complaints when I protested, and even though you could have bent me to your will and twisted me as easily as you twist the strands, you did not. You listened, and you made efforts to please me. That is all anyone could ever ask for, Ossev. There’s no need to rewrite history when we can learn from it.”
He gazes down at me, his blue eyes bright and aching. “We could ask for kisses. You said we could not ask for more, but I will always ask for kisses.”
I laugh. “Every time you ask, I will be happy to give.”
“Then I am asking right now.”
Still chuckling, I put my other hand on his cheek and tilt my face up, moving in to kiss him. Our lips meet and he wraps his arms around me, his embrace achingly sweet. He holds me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him, his lips on mine. We kiss for a long time, nipping and caressing and teasing with tongues, until I’m aching with the need for more. I continue to kiss him, my tongue gliding deeper into his mouth in a suggestive manner. “Come to the bed.”
Ossev groans, nodding. To my surprise, though, he doesn’t push me down on the mattress or take the lead. He just gazes at me, those blue eyes bright with heat, and waits. He’s letting me lead.
So I take his hand and guide him over to the bed. I sit him on the edge of it and undress him with careful touches, skimming my fingers over his pale, perfect flesh. When he’s naked, we kiss again, and then he helps me undress, his expertise with threads obvious as he unties the laces on my corset with speed. My dress falls to the floor and I step out of it, settling onto his lap. His arms go around me, and he gazes up at my face, waiting.
Waiting for me to tell him what I want in bed. What I need.
With guiding touches, I put his hand on my breast and tell him how I like to be caressed. How I enjoy it when my nipples are plucked and sucked upon, and Ossev is an eager student. He tends to my breast until my nipple is tight and aching, wet from his mouth, and then turns to the other one to give it the same care. As he does, his hand slips between my thighs, rubbing through my wetness, and begins to play with my clit.
He’s a fast learner, my Ossev.
By the time he lifts his head for another kiss, I’m panting and hungry, on the verge of a climax. I moan as I grab a fistful of his silken hair and use my other hand to guide his cock into my body. We’re gazing into each other’s eyes when I seat myself upon him, and I don’t know if I’m the one that gasps or if it’s him. It doesn’t matter. It feels amazing and connected and perfect.
I rock slowly on top of him, our mouths meeting in hungry, frantic kisses as our pace increases. When I whimper and think of how I need my clit to be touched to get off, his hand immediately moves back into action, his thumb rubbing over the perfect spot as I clench around him. Then I’m coming, hard and fast, clutching him tightly as I grind down on his length and he thrusts up into me.
The world ceases to exist outside of my labored panting and the sweaty clutch of our joined bodies. There’s a low, contented throb deep inside me, and when I finally catch my breath and sigh, I realize Ossev has come, too. The insides of my thighs and my core are sticky with his release. He presses kisses on my bare shoulder, nuzzling my skin. “You’ve honored me,” he murmurs. “My sweet Yulenna.”
“Oursweet Yulenna,” comes a voice from the doorway.
I’m not entirely surprised to turn and see Neska standing there. His silvery eyes are glittering, and he watches as I rock my hips over Ossev’s softening length. Ossev tongues my nipple, biting down lightly upon it as I meet Neska’s gaze, and I gasp with a new flutter of arousal. “It seems that Ossev is not the only one that likes to watch.” My voice is shaky with tremors, even as Neska steps into the room, moving toward us. “Shall I call you naughty, too?”
“I am not naughty,” he says in an imperious voice. “I am demanding.”
