What did they signify? They often changed to that colour while he was bathing her, and they’d also been that colour when his tongue was delving between her thighs. They also happened occasionally when she smiled.
She needed to know, had to know.
They flashed to white, and she didn’t know what that meant either!
“It doesn’t matter.”
She dipped her head forward with her brows knitting tightly. “Please, tell me.”
“I’m sure you do not want all your emotions to be so easily read or understood,” he answered darkly.
She squeezed her thighs together as a way to apply pressure to her clit like that would help ease her, while refusing to allow him to pull his hand away when he tried. It was hovering above her pubic mound in the water.
A part of her felt so desperate she considered pressing it against her pussy and fucking herself with it.
I… I don’t want to be alone in this. The idea of it terrified her.
“Do you desire me, Orpheus? Is that why they change to purple?” He flinched. She felt him tense by his fingers twitching. What he didn’t know was the thought that he might was making Reia feel unbearably hotter. “Please, tell me. I won’t be upset.”
He slowly grated, as if the answer had been forced from him, “Yes.”
Her lungs tightened before she released a strangled breath as her heart raced further, making her fingertips and toes tingle. He desires me… Just knowing that made her channel clenched in need.
“I’m aroused, Orpheus.” The water reflected purple as they swiftly changed back. A wave of exhilaration washed through her in reaction, the colour now having a deeper meaning. “My body aches.”
“So that is why you were twitching? I was concerned.”
Claws raked against her scalp just above her ear as he captured the side of her head to pull it to the side. A moment later, he lifted himself to drag his tongue across the other side of her neck right underneath her jaw.
Her hands lost their grip when she let out a small cry, his tongue sending a strong trail of goosebumps over her from him licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He placed his now free hand against her stomach to palm her as it went down her abdomen and over her navel.
“Do you like my touch, Reia?” She felt his jaws opening as he pressed the tip of his snout against her throat, letting out a deep huff that felt even stronger than when it came from the hole of his nose. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” she answered more in a plea when she felt the tips of his fingers running through the curls of her mound.
She spread her thighs by making her bent knees fall to the sides, allowing him in without hesitation. Her hands shot for the edge of the tub once more to steady herself, this time because his fingers slipped into the lips of her folds and then stayed there.
Oh fuck! Her head fell back, an unhidden moan coming from her when he placed his index and middle fingers against the hard nub of her clit and pressed with a circle.
“I have desired you from the first moment you smiled at me, my little doe.” He growled the pet name, just as his other hand moved from her hair to reach around her to cup a breast and knead it. To wonderfully knead it in the pressure her breasts had been begging for.
It eased the uncomfortable pounding she’d felt in it so she could focus on his touch instead.
“I have wanted to play with your body from the moment I brought you into the safety of my home. To toy with it.”
Oh god, so that’s what he meant when he said toy.
She could feel the warmth of his body through his arm and his hands, his very breath as it billowed over the side of her neck and caused her hair to stand end.
His earthy scent surrounded her and wanted to swallow her whole, and when she looked to him, the purple in his glowing orbs seemed to have the same intention, to consume the sight of her. He licked at his snout purposefully when she was staring at him.
His fingers continued to slip in circles, making her legs kick out whenever he pressed just right.
Reia looked down her body and her breath hitched. The sight of his dark grey hands with protruding white knuckle bones, one covering her breast and the other dipping between her spread thighs to cup her pussy, was the most erotic thing she’d even seen.
The contrast of his darker skin against her paler complexion made it easy to see where he was. His hand was large, so big that her breast barely fit in it, and yet she could see he was strumming her nipple, plucking at it. The other covered her pubic mound completely, shielding what he was doing from her. But she didn’t need to see, she could feel his fingers playing with her clit.