83 **Sinful Thoughts

I made a move to get up when his hand pressed down on my shoulders until I laid back.

Eros suddenly grabbed my thigh and parted my legs again.

I panicked, about to protest but the words were stuck halfway in my throat when I noticed a white towel in his hand.

My head cocked to the side slightly when I suddenly realized what he wanted to do.

"I-I can do that myself," I stuttered out.

But Eros was adamant about keeping the towel away from my reach.

And embarrassment made my cheeks hot again because I could feel his hot stare on the apex of my thighs.

"I want to, Emira," he said, running the soft towel against my sensitive flesh.

He meticulously cleaned off the mess between my thighs with immense care and delicacy that I didn't think possible in a man of his caliber.

It made me think of how useless I was and I couldn't help but deflate at the idea.

He is probably thinking about how troublesome it is to have a human mate like me.

"I don't," he said, looking up through his dark lashes at me with a curl of his lips.

"You don't what?" I asked, raising my brows in confusion at what he was saying all of a sudden.

"I don't find you troublesome, Emira."

The wistful expression had somehow frozen on my face and my heart went up to my throat as his words processed in my mind.

I'm sure that those words didn't leave my mouth.

Did it?

"It didn't." He was chuckling at my dumbfounded expression again. "I can hear your thoughts. Every mated couple is capable of this mind-link."

His words jolted a memory until I actually remembered that true mates are able to mentally connect in ways that humans never could.

This makes the couple understand their mate in ways that no one else ever could.

It was rather magical if you asked me.

But then again, these last couple of months have been rather magical so I really shouldn't be surprised anymore.

"How come I can't hear your thoughts?" I questioned, slightly suspicious.

"I have masked them behind a barrier because I am sure that you will not want to hear or see them," he replied.

"I want to be able to read your thoughts too if you can read mine," I replied adamantly because it sucks to be the only one left out while he was reading all of my thoughts.

It almost felt like an invasion of privacy but I was curious as to what went through his pretty head.

Eros sighed and kissed my temple when scene after scene came flashing into my mind, filling my entire thought process like a whirlwind of never-ending images.

All of these scenes contained us together.

Me standing with my breasts pressed flat against the wall with Eros behind me, pounding away.

Me with my thighs wide open and him filling me up to the brim with his semen.

Me with my ankles on his shoulders, bent in half with Eros on top fucking me senseless.

Me on my knees with Eros taking me from the back until I was pleading him to make me cum my brains out.

Me on top of him working myself onto his cock while he dirty talked underneath me.

My mouth fell wide open as all the images bombarded my senses until I couldn't think straight.

"Eros!" I screeched, mortified beyond word.

What am I supposed to say to that?

"You wanted to know, mate," he nipped my earlobe and I slapped his arm lightly in extreme embarrassment.

But, just from his mirth filled expression, I knew that he did it on purpose just to see me flustered.

"I don't want to know any more!" I cried when the images and thoughts finally stopped bombarding my mind in overwhelming amounts.   

"Let's go take a cold shower together, mate. It'll help cool the heat." He chuckled rather darkly before gathering my naked body into his arms and stalking straight for the bathroom.

And I duly noted that this shower was going to take up another hour or so of my life.