Page 91 of Dark Voyage Matters of the Mind

"Yes."

When he pulled the dress all the way down, it was with a real, physical hand. Mind tricks could only affect what she felt, they couldn't remove garments any more than they could turn the lights off remotely.

Her panties were next, leaving her nude, and as Dagor leaned back to admire what he'd revealed, two phantom hands kept stroking her body.

"Can you feel it?" Frankie murmured. "Does it feel as if you are touching me?"

He shook his head. "When I'm in your head, I feel what you feel. It's a different experience. It's fascinating."

His tone was just as full of wonder as his expression, and Frankie was jealous. "When I transition, will I be able to get into your head and feel what you feel?"

"I don't think so." He whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it on the nightstand.

"Bummer."

"Yeah." He got rid of his pants. "Are you ready for more mind tricks?"

"Yes." She wasn't sure.

What if he did something she wasn't comfortable with?

Dagor smiled. "I'm in your mind. If something isn't pleasurable to you, I will stop."

If he was any other guy, that wouldn't have reassured her, but she trusted him.

"Okay."

As the glow in his eyes intensified, she felt four phantom hands grip each of her limbs, and then he was on her, licking and sucking on her nipples as his hands slipped down her sides, her hips, and then dipped between her thighs.

A moan escaping her throat, Frankie arched, willing him to touch her where she needed him most, but his fingers only skimmed over the edges of her moist lips, teasing her.

"Touch me," she pleaded.

"I'm touching you," he murmured around her nipple.

"You know what I mean."

"I do, but I'm not ready yet."

Insufferable god.

Dagor pretended that he was in no rush and that he had all the time in the world, but the hard length pressing against her thigh was evidence to the contrary.

Frustrated, Frankie tried to tug her wrists free, but the phantom hands were just as strong as his real ones. Still, their touch was soft, warm, and reassuring.

Finally, when Dagor was done feasting on her nipples, he slid down her body and positioned himself between her spread thighs, and when his tongue slid along her slit, she nearly orgasmed just from that.

If only he would touch her clit, she would detonate like a firecracker, but he was adamant about keeping her on the edge and not letting her climax yet.

Damn, the god was wicked. What was he trying to do?

"Dagor, if you don't stop teasing me right now, I'm going to start calling you names."

Lifting his head, he smiled at her with his fangs on full display. "That's not much of a threat."

The crazed look she was sure he saw in her eyes must have been more effective than her silly threat because he shifted up her body and positioned himself at her entrance.

"Tell me what you want, Frankie."