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Is he controlling all of them at once?I mean, I guess I have ten fingers and ten toes. That’s not so weird.
Then all my thoughts vanish, the electricity of his touch coursing across my willing flesh.
I stifle a moan as his tongue presses into my mouth, toying with my own. His hand slides down until it's between my legs. His fingertips just barely stroking across my mound.
I reach up to touch him. Half of me wants to push him away and half of me -- maybemorethan half -- wants to pull him close.
"Fabien, we can't..."
"Can't? Haven’t you realized it yet? There's nothing we can't do. Soon you’ll be mine, body and soul. And then…”
“Then…?”
“Once we’ve made love properly, you’ll never desire another male. And no one will ever fulfill you but me.”
As if to prove it, Fabien's hand travels to cup my left breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it hardens. He moves to the other breast and makes them match. I don’t stop him. I just stare into his eyes while he touches me.
One of his tentacles, a thick one, slides up under my gown, suckling at my wet folds. When it spreads me, I feel my wetness dripping out all over it. Coating it.
"I'll give you a taste of what's to come, Mia,” he whispers.
"Fabien, I..."
The sound of Mia's name on his lips still burns in my ears. I've never been intimate with a man who didn't know my real name. I don't even know if what we're doingcountsas intimate. But the heat inside me, threatening to spill out any moment from my tightly clenched middle, tells me we are.
More than anything, I want to know what my real name sounds like on his lips. I can't help looking at his mouth and imagining the sound of my name there.
"Lily,"he whispers.
He really said it.
Oh, shit!
Somehow he heard the thought! The mind-reading bastard. He won't give me any privacy, even in my own head. The spell of the moment is broken and I turn and shove my way past him. My arms instinctively cross my chest to cover my rock hard nipples.
Thanks for that, by the way!
Fabien's expression is bemused, but also curious. He carefully watches me as I leave.
"Who is Lily?" he asks. "Someone intimate, by your daydreaming. Someone you wish to be very close to. A girlfriend? Her name was whispered so sensually in your head."
"Get out of my mind, Fabien! It's none of your business."
He looks shocked by the outburst, and perhaps a little embarrassed. There are others easily within earshot. People who’d judge him. People who’d love the gossip that we aren't getting along as well as we pretend in public. That there's a rift between us.
Fabien also looks hurt, but I don't have time or energy for that.
“Trouble in paradise?” The preening sound of Octavian’s voice makes my skin crawl.
I whirl and he’s there, just at the end of the hall.
“How long were you watching?” I ask.
“Long enough to see those tentacles get wet…” he says, leering at me.
“That’s enough, Octavian,” Fabien says, his voice deathly calm.
Neither of them moves for a moment. Something ugly passes between them, in their gaze. Like two mad dogs facing off in an alley. Then Octavian shrugs and smiles.
