Font Size:

Page 30 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse

But I’m not at the Convent anymore, she reminded herself. And I’m not going to stay ignorant just because that’s how they raised me!

Just as she was trying to convince herself that she absolutely wasn’t ashamed of what she was wearing, Brax came back in the room carrying something. When he saw what she had on, his pale eyes went wide and he gave a long, low whistle.

“Oh, don’t! I know I look shameful!” Serenai tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, her cheeks heating with a mortified blush.

“Hey, no baby—don’t do that!” Brax came to her at once and put one big hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have whistled. It’s just—you look so fucking gorgeous with all your curves on display. I couldn’t help myself.”

“I…I do?” Serenai looked at him uncertainly.

“Yes, baby—you do.” He stroked her arm and, as always, she found that his warm touch soothed her. “Look, I got what I was looking for. Come on, let’s get settled.”

He went to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard with a pillow behind his back. Then he patted the space between his legs.

“Come on—come sit with me.”

He was still wearing just his long black sleep trousers and Serenai couldn’t deny that the idea of leaning back against his warm, bare chest was appealing. More and more she liked touching him and being close to him—he made her feel so safe.

She climbed onto the bed and moved to sit between his legs, just as he had asked.

Brax put his arms around her and held her close for a long moment.

“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Just relax and we’ll have a little anatomy lesson.”

Serenai took a deep, trembling breath and did her best to do as he said. It helped that she felt completely surrounded by his big, muscular body—and that his deep voice was so calm and soothing.

“All right now?” Brax asked her. “Ready to start?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I…I guess so.”

“Good. Now look.”

And he released something from his hand. It looked to Serenai like some kind of large, mechanical insect. It had a long, silver body and delicate wings made of golden lace. It buzzed around their heads and a moment later, she was watching a projection of herself and Brax—almost like a mirror—which had appeared a few feet in front of them.

“Oh—what’s that?” she exclaimed and saw the surprise on her own face.

“A projector bug,” he told her. “I saw it in your mother’s things. It allows you to take pictures of hard-to-reach areas. But in this case, I’m going to use it to help us get a better view of you.”

“Of me?” Serenai squeaked. She wasn’t sure if she liked this idea or not.

But Brax seemed unperturbed.

“Yes, you. Look at yourself—really look,” he urged her. “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby. Take in your beauty.”

Serenai allowed herself to look at the projected image of herself. She saw a girl with warm brown skin wearing a gauzy red outfit that showed all her forbidden areas. And yes, she admitted, the girl had a pretty face, but also her body was on display in a very distracting way.

“I just…I can’t believe I’m wearing this,” she said at last. “You can see all my forbidden areas!”

“To start with, let’s stop calling them ‘forbidden areas,’” Brax said practically. “Look—these are your breasts and they’re beautiful.” He untied the top and spread it open, baring her completely.

Serenai blushed and would have covered herself but he stopped her.

“No, baby—look,” he directed. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands. “Look how full—they fill my hands to overflowing,” he rumbled softly. “And these are your nipples—look how tight they get when I do this…” Gently, he thumbed her tender peaks.

His gentle touch sent showers of sensation through Serenai’s whole body and she gasped and arched her back, involuntarily pushing her breasts out further.

The girl in the viewer a few feet away, did the same and Serenai couldn’t help thinking that she did look beautiful—beautiful and wanton and somehow in need of something…though she wasn’t sure what.

“Oh, Brax!” she moaned as he continued to circle her nipples lightly. “Oh, why does that feel so good?”