Chapter 40: Attractions Of Old
"Shall we?" Maximus held out his hand.
"Yes," she held his hand after neatly placing his robe on the chair and followed him to bed.
The lights of the candle flickered inside the room, warming them at the same time. During this commingling process, he preferred candles to magic lamps.
Lying on the bed, she couldn’t stop staring at his face. His warmth was surrounding her through his hands holding hers and his body that was inches above hers. Resting on his elbows, his face was above hers and his misty breath calmed her down better than a calming incense.
"Close your eyes," he said, his voice soft as a feather landing on a silk sheet.
She wanted to look at him more. She tried, she tries to think of him as Luke’s descendant and someone she should be wary of. But all her resolve would melt in those molten gold eyes of his.
She didn’t know if it was her reminiscent affection towards Luke as Max shared his appearance or was it his name? He shares the name of the one person who loved her all his life. Or it could be the effect of the magic binding them.
"Does it hurt you?" she asked trailing her finger on his eyebrow.
She should admit. She didn’t remember ever feeling this way. This overwhelming urge to touch someone. She knew of the concept of modesty. Men and women cannot touch each other as they please – it was something she was told very long ago by some old woman in her village.
[Well, I am not stopping unless he asks me to stop!]
"This?" he raised his eyebrows. "No," he leaned closer. "It helps me release some of my stagnant..." his eyes lingered over her lips. "Do you feel the warmth, Lexa? My warmth?" he asked, his lips brushing against hers.
Felixa took a gasp of air to cool down her burning lips. "Will it help?" she asked, trying hard to keep her eyes open amidst the pounding of her heart. "If you kiss on the lips?"