Page 90 of Dark Voyage Matters of the Mind

Frankie laughed, lifting her legs and her arms as if she was on a rollercoaster.

"That was fun," she said as he came to a halt and pressed the button to summon the elevator.

Leaning over her, he nuzzled her neck. "I can't wait to peel this dress off you. Those perky nipples of yours tormented me the entire evening, and I could barely manage to keep my eyes from straying away from your beautiful face, not to mention keeping my fangs from elongating."

Her cheeks pinkening, Frankie giggled. "I didn't have the right type of bra to wear with a one-shouldered dress, so I didn't wear one. I thought that no one would notice."

"Oh, I noticed, and I wasn't the only one. I wanted to pluck all those males' eyes out, figuratively, of course."

Frankie

Frankie shouldn't have enjoyed the jealous note in Dagor's tone so much. Possessive guys were bad news—they were jerks with confidence issues.

Right.

Not Dagor, though. Who would a god be jealous of?

Other gods, of course, but Toven and Aru were taken, and the cool thing about immortals and gods was that once they bonded with their truelove mate, they couldn't even have sexy thoughts about anyone else.

Fidelity for life was guaranteed, and there was no room for jealousy.

As soon as Dagor closed the door behind them, Frankie started to rise, but her feet never got the chance to touch the floor. Grabbing her, he pulled her into his arms, and the room blurred as he carried her into the bedroom.

She half expected him to throw her on the bed, but she should have known that he wouldn't risk hurting her.

After gently laying her on top of the covers, Dagor pulled back to look at her with a pair of glowing blue eyes.

"Dagor," she whispered. "Your eyes are so incredible."

"You are incredible." He leaned over and kissed her softly and then pulled back and looked at her again as if he was trying to memorize every little detail about her.

There was need in his eyes and lust, but there was also more, and the urge to tell him that she was in love with him got so overwhelming that Frankie had to bite her lip to stop herself from uttering the words and scaring him away.

Slowly, with a gentle touch that belied his incredible strength, he pulled the dress down her body until it was down around her hips.

She should have known that he would want to check her wound, but it had already been mostly healed before they had left for the wedding, and now all that remained was a hairline scar and a yellow bruise.

Dagor feathered his fingers over it. "Does it hurt?"

She chuckled. "I can't even feel you touching it."

When he applied a little pressure, she smiled. "Stop fretting. I'm more than fine to engage in the most rigorous activities you can dream up."

"Oh yeah?" Smirking, he ran his hand up her side until it reached her breast and cupped it in his large hand. "I might not be the most imaginative guy, but I can think of a few things that even you couldn't dream up."

"Like what?"

"Like this."

Dagor hadn't moved, but suddenly, she felt a phantom hand fondling her other breast.

"How are you doing that?" she breathed.

His grin widened. "It's called a thrall. Your mind doesn't know the difference between what's real and what I put in there."

It was hard to think with what he was doing with his hands, the physical one and its phantom twin. "So, it's all in my mind?"

"It feels real, though, doesn't it?"