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~Tove

Nerves flutter in my stomach as I shift back on the bed, settling against the headboard.

Keo's eyes are dark and intense as they follow my every move. He's seated so casually, looking nothing like a man who is about to watch his mate touch herself for their enjoyment.

Slowly, tauntingly, I draw my my fingers up my thighs, gently pulling back the edge of my nightdress. Tipping my leg to the side, I bear myself to him.

He draws in a long breath, steadying himself.

I refuse to be nervous. Keo is my mate, and by the tension that has suddenly come over him means he attracted to me, and right now, we both want this.

Exhaling slowly, I begin touching myself, keeping my eyes pinned on Keo.

His jaw tightens, a tense frown gathering between his brows. Knowing he is watching, doing nothing but admiring empowers me even more. He's affected by me, and I love that.

"I like that look on your face," I breathe, enjoying the subtle pleasure that is starting to gather with each pass of my fingers.

He smiles, tapping his fingertips against his thigh rhythmically. "I want to fuck you."

I tip my head back, withholding my smile by biting down hard on my lip. Hearing him say that sends a thrill through me, causing me to unconsciously speed up my finger movements.

"Why don't you do it then?" I ask, trying not to accidentally release a moan that really is just the uttering of Keo's name. I'm trying to keep composed, although my grip on that is falling away.

My mate just continues smirking, not moving. "I'm enjoying this far too much."

Me too. I like being the focus of all his attention.

I draw my fingers down, releasing myself from the grip of pleasure only for a moment before by a slide a finger within me. I can't help the soft moan that escapes me, my eyes wanting to flutter closed but I keep them trained on Keo.

He shifts, looking momentarily uncomfortable. At this point, he physically has to hold himself back.

I don't play around, chasing my pleasure as I add another finger.

Keo's hands move to grip the arms of the chairs. Considering the tension in his hands, I wouldn't be surprised if he splintered the wood.

"You're beautiful. Keep going," he murmurs, his dark waves partially falling over his eyes.

I know that I can't say anything to get him to join in, so I keep going, lifting my hips as I eagerly push my fingers in and out, loving the way Keo's eyes graze over me.

"I need you," I grit out despite myself.

He slowly shakes his head, pinning me with that dark stare, sending me over the edge of pleasure, tumbling down until I'm gasping for air, unable to contain the moans that fall past my lips.

When I lift my wary head again, Keo isn't sitting in the chair anymore, but is on the bed with me.

I barely have a chance to get my breath back before he grabs my thighs, gently pushing me back, ensuring that they remain spread for him.

"Keo-"

My voice is cut short as he lowers his head down, licking straight up the centre of me. My fingers immediately find his hair, delving into the soft strands as I attempt to shatter completely at the pleasure and overstimulation.

"You taste amazing," he breathes against me before he slides a finger inside me.

I can barely catch my breath. Keo has laid a hand flat over my hips, pinning me down as he thoroughly ruins me. His fingers reach depths within me that my fingers never could, and within seconds I'm falling over the edge again.

At the peak of my high, he adds another finger, thrusting them slow and hard in time with my moans.

It feels like forever before the pleasure starts to die down. As I lay, gasping for air, Keo presses a kiss to the corner of my thigh before he rises, looking over me.

All I can do is stare into those molten eyes, feeling the full weight of his desire.

Slowly, I sit up, my vision shaking a little. All the energy has been successfully wrung out of me, and now I can hardly tell which way is up.

"How do you feel?" He asks gently, drawing his fingertips along my skin. With how overstimulated I am, I nearly collapse at the feeling.

"Like this changes everything," I respond, adjusting my nightdress to cover myself.

Keo smirks. "It's not as if this hasn't happened before."

"So does this mean you're finally going to fuck me properly?" I question. All this confidence is coming from the haze over my mind that is stopping me from processing my rational thought.

Keo moves around the bed, coming to sit next to me. I watch him carefully, wondering what his next move is going to be.

"Would you like that?" He asks, tilting his head to watch my expression.

I blink, not having expected him to ask me so blatantly. I mean, of course I want him to, regardless of the consequences. But saying it aloud is much harder than I suspected.

"Maybe. If you behave," I muse, smoothing down the covers.

He grins, looking partially surprised.

"Oh yeah? What do I have to do to win your favour?" He asks. He sounds more tentative than confident suddenly, although his teasing tone doesn't fade.

I stare at him pointedly. "I'm not a prize for you to win. But if you keep looking that good I don't think it will be that hard to seduce me."

He laughs breathily and I join him. It's funny because we both know it's pointless to pretend like this won't repeat itself. Even with big changes coming up, it's clear that avoiding what is going on between us is only making it harder to stay away.

"You should get some sleep," he muses, patting my leg. "I have big plans for you tomorrow.

I eye him suspiciously as he stands. "What does that mean?"

He leans against the doorframe, looking as beautiful as ever. I will never get tired of gazing at him, and the way he looks back at me with the same attraction.

"It means I'm going to have you transporting more people for longer distances. Once I think you are ready, then we can start thinking about crossing over into another realm," he explains.

I shudder. I know that it's the ultimately goal, but I feel so far away from achieving it.

"I'm not sure I will ever be ready," I breathe, drawing my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

He shakes his head. "Don't become who you once were. You need to force away the doubt and remember that you are more than capable."

I exhale slowly. I know he's right, that doubt has ruined me before...it's hard to overcome what I'm so used to though, and although I'm happy with the progress I've made, it's so easy to fall back into old habits.

"Can you sleep in here tonight?" I ask gently.

His gaze softens and he nods. I watch him kick off his shoes, rid of his shirt before he joins me under the covers. My heart jumps a little as I feel him pull me toward him, pressing me against his body.

I rest my head against his chest as he turns the light off, drenching the room in darkness.

"Thank you," I murmur, letting my eyes flutter closer. "Thank you for being so kind to me."

He says nothing, but I can tell he's smiling.

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~Midika 💜🐼