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“Don’t get too reliant on the cards. They are a tool, just like anything else. The true power of premonition comes from within us.” Ama’s words spilled from my lips as I remembered the day she had gifted me the cards.
Maybe I had become too reliant on them lately. Perhaps that’s why they were lost to me at this time. The fates wanted to test my power by removing the tool I often used the most. I stepped into the bathroom, shedding my clothes before stepping into the large walk-in shower. I turned the water on to the hottest setting, sitting on the bench as the steam began to fill the bathroom, the moist condensation dripping down the glass door of the shower.
I reached into myself, searching for the power of my specialty. The gift that all my power came from. I put the question out to the universe, asking if there was anything I needed to know. Any important details that could help those I cared about. Blurred images began to shine behind my closed lids, my inner eye trying to focus on the images. Slowly, I opened my eyes, looking directly into the swirling water around the drain. The images began to take form, the blur sharpening to reveal what I needed to see. Nyte’s face came first, his brilliant smile as he looked down at the smaller shape—a woman’s body.
The door to the bathroom opened, the sudden cool air of the other room stealing the steam and breaking the fragile spell of premonition from me.
“Paige?” Nyte called out, his tone gentle but a hitch of concern cracking his voice. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I replied, turning the hot water down and adding some cooler water to the shower. “Just wanted to relax. The steam was helping with my nausea.”
The door to the shower opened, and my eyes widening as Nyte stepped inside, already undressed, a mischievous grin on his lips.
“Well, if you are feeling better.”
Chapter fifteen
Paige
Nytesteppedcloser,bringingme to my feet, his arms wrapping around my waist to press my flushed body to his. I could feel every hard ripple of muscle. A whimper slipping out at the feel of him, already hard and ready. My hands slid up his chest, looking up into his grey eyes, my lips parting on a silent moan as he shifted so that he rubbed up against my clit. He rocked his hips, running his hard length against me, my body reacting with every stroke.
“Nyte,” I moaned, holding onto his slick neck as best I could, the water from the shower now cascading down his back.
He moved us, my back pressing against the stone wall of the shower, the thrusts of his hips growing faster with me now held in place between him and the wall.
“Did you know,” he whispered to me, his voice dark and husky as his lips grazed over mine. “That you look especially beautiful today?”
I wanted to scoff and roll my eyes…to argue with him that he must be insane. There was no way I looked anywhere close to beautiful today. I had been sick all day today and yesterday. This was the first time I had decided to shower in days, and I hadn’t done anything with my hair either. I have done nothing but sit on the bench and try to scry with the water as it swirled down the drain. Even when I entered the bathroom, I avoided looking at myself in the mirror, knowing I would look half dead with how I felt.
However, I couldn’t do it. His eyes looked at me with so much sincerity that I couldn’t help but suddenly feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. He gently brushed a stray hair from my cheek, pressing his lips to mine again as his body pressed harder into mine. Then in a flash, his gentle touch hardened. He took hold of my wrists, lifting them above my head and pinning them in place.
Warmth rushed to my core, excited by the sudden roughness he now treated me with. It was a rush, the whiplash of gentle to forceful. A moan parted my lips as his lips moved along my jawline. His hand held my hips in place as he continued to move his hips sinfully against my sex. I tried to push against him, smiling at the growl and small nips to my neck that my attempt earned me. My thighs clenched together, aching for more friction than he gave me.
I whined shamelessly to him, the sound holding no words but evident in my eyes.
More.
I needed more than he was giving me. I needed to feel him inside me, the hint of pressure teasing my nerves as his lips moved down my neck, teeth grazing along my collarbone. My wrists struggled against his hand just to hear him growl. I was trying to goad him, recognizing after all this time that when I struggled, I would get what I wanted far quicker than simply allowing him his complete control. My smile was cut short, a cry ripping from my lungs as his teeth pulled at my tender nipple. The sensation somehow heightened now compared to when he usually did it.
I gasped as he released me, his tongue tasting the hardened bud, mixing the pain with pleasure, weakening me at the knees.
“Please,” I gasped, feeling breathless already, my body shaking with the building need he fostered.
“Please, what, little darling?” His hand on my hips slides across my skin, slipping between my thighs. He ran his fingers across my slickened opening, a smile playing upon his lips with a moan of his own. “Is this what you want?”
I bit my lip, arching my back against the wall. “Yes, more.”
His fingers teased at my clit, twisting the bundle of nerves to draw out another cry from my lips.
“Tell me exactly what you want,” he ordered, moving his fingers to my sex, dipping a single fingertip inside me.
My mind races with everything I wanted from him at once, overwhelmed by such a simple command. But it wasn’t simple. Not really. Not to me. There were a multitude of things I wanted him to do for me at this moment. I wanted him to lift me in his arms before slamming into me with my back pressed to the wall, while at the same time, I wanted him to turn me around and press the front of my body into the wall as he took me from behind. I wanted his mouth on me as well as his hands. There was just so many options that I couldn’t choose a single one.
“Come on, Paige,” he coaxed, pressing his lips to my neck. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me your darkest desires.”
I moaned as he sucked on the tender skin where my neck met my shoulder, rocking my hips against his teasing hand. I wasn’t sure how to respond to him now. I didn’t know if I had any dark desires. Nothing that he hadn’t already done to me, that is. I tried to focus my mind on one choice. I was searching through all the scenarios in my mind for the darkest choice. Then I realized what it was I really wanted. My eyes moved to his as he pulled back from my neck, looking at me expectantly.
“I want you to completely own my body,” I revealed.
