Chapter 211: New Sensations (3)
Nervousness started to peel at Evanna’s skin as she hesitantly reached out, her hands going to Arawn’s shoulders, gulping as she did so. The hunger in his eyes softened, and one side of his lips tugged up gently.
"*How about.*" Arawn’s hands now rested on Evanna’s hips, making her body tense from the flood of desire flourishing to her breasts and core. Arawn kept his eyes on hers, but she could see that hunger return, like he knew his effect on her body and wanted to take advantage of it. He didn’t. "*You tell me how you used those powers.*"
Evanna blinked. And blinked some more, confusion swirling inside the lust ignited from his touch. "I.. Uh.. Huh?" She stuttered; her body was aflame with need, tensed from nerves and now relaxed in confusion as she stared at Arawn.
"*I never taught you how to use Malawai. Did you teach yourself?*" His fingers began to stroke circles on her hips. It was distracting, sending tingling sensations between her thighs. At his words and the exquisite sensations, Evanna’s breathing became heavy, lost in the moment, but her mind was trying to grasp what he’d just asked.
Feeling lost and confused, Evanna was reminded of the few times Arawn tried to gain information from her in the palace. Her eyes suddenly stung, and her heart pinched at the sudden question.
Her body chilled at the idea, and she tensed again, making Arawn’s brows furrow as he searched her eyes. "*Are you interrogating me?*" Evanna hissed at him, her hands gripping his under the water, stopping the motion of his fingers to her hips.
"*No. Never.*" Arawn was firm, his eyes unwavering from hers.
"*You’re nervous, and rightly so, Evanna. This was just a distraction. You can tell me if you like. I’d rather you feel comfortable with me, with my touch.. You can, of course, still, run away. That is always an option I will never take away from you. Well, after marriage, that will be impossible anyway,*" he joked light-heartedly.
Arawn’s voice and the vibration of his chest made Evanna relax and that slight paranoia that had clutched at her chest so viciously. She rested her hands against his and lowered her forehead to the top part of his chest that was still out of the water.
"*I’m not going anywhere,*" she murmured, stepping closer to him and letting her body lean into his, her breasts pressing against him and his erection against her.
Arawn’s hands gripped her hips tightly at her action, a hiss escaping his lips. "*If I wasn’t comfortable with you, I wouldn’t be here, Arawn,*" she whispered and gulped, feeling greedy and wanting more.
His erection was making her tingle, but she looked up at him for direction, yet at the same time to see if he wanted her as well. It was stupid. She knew, even with his hardened length between them, but she wanted to read his eyes. And, oh, those eyes were dark with want, his hunger devouring hers.