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He gave opinions too.
“The princess doesn’t trust him yet,” he said, when the princess was introduced to her new bodyguard. “It makes him angry but he ought to be patient—she needs time to get to know him to see if he’s trustworthy.”
“What is her expression?” Abbey asked intently. “Can you tell me?”
“Her eyebrows are drawn down and her lips are tight—she looks skeptical,” he reported. “Feel my face if you want—I’ll imitate it and show you.”
“Oh, all right.” Abbey was intrigued. This wasn’t something anyone had ever offered her before.
Solon turned to her and she reached for him. She felt his face, tracing the down-turned eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.
“Yes, you’re right—skeptical,” she agreed.
She withdrew her hands, somewhat reluctantly, and found that she was sitting closer to him on the couch than she had been before. In fact, she could sense that his long, muscular arm was stretched along the top of the couch, just above her head and she could feel the heat from his big body against her left side.
She didn’t mind though—the room was slightly chilly and the big Monstrum gave off heat like a furnace. She stayed where she was as he started the movie again and they continued watching—or in Abbey’s case, listening.
Solon described everything tirelessly to her…until they got to what Abbey assumed was the love scene.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked, when he had been silent for over a minute. “You’re not talking. What are they doing?”
He paused the movie for a moment.
“Well…he kissed her and then she slapped him.”
“What? You should have said so!” Abbey exclaimed. “All I heard her say was, ‘How dare you?’”
“Yes, that was when he kissed her,” he agreed.
“Well, what happens next? Start it again but don’t stop describing,” she commanded. She was being rather bossy, but Solon didn’t seem to mind.
“All right.” He started the movie again and went on with the description. “Now he picked her up and put her on a table. He’s much taller than her so that puts their faces more level,” he told her.
“Oh, really?” Abbey couldn’t help picturing the scene. Only instead of the princess and her bodyguard, she was imagining herself and the big Monstrum together.
Stop it—stop thinking like that, she scolded herself. But she couldn’t seem to help it. Sitting so close to Solon, she could smell his warm, enticingly masculine scent—the same scent she’d smelled in all the dreams she had of him. It seemed to do things to her—to make her nipples tight. The place between her legs felt hot and wet and she squeezed her thighs together tightly, but she didn’t ask him to stop describing.
“She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close—now she’s kissing him,” Solon reported. “They’re kissing very passionately—hungrily. As though they can’t get enough of each other.”
“Oh, really?” was all Abbey could get out. In her mind’s eye, she couldn’t help picturing herself kissing Solon. Of course, she didn’t know exactly what he looked like, but the girl from the Be My Eyes app had given her quite a good description—more than enough for her imagination to work with.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I just met him and after what Henry did?—
But she didn’t want to think about that. She pushed the bad memories aside and somehow, she found it easier to do that than she had in the past. Maybe it was because Solon smelled so good and felt so big and warm beside her. Big and strong but not threatening at all, which was nice. He made her feel safe.
“He’s kissing her neck now—sucking it. He seems to be marking her,” he said, still describing the scene. There was a soft growl in his voice. “Oh, and now he’s moving lower. He’s…”
He paused for such a long time that Abbey nudged him with an elbow.
“What? What is he doing?”
“Er…I don’t want to offend you.” Solon sounded hesitant. “I didn’t know this vid was so, uh, graphic.”
“You won’t offend me,” Abbey assured him. Her heart was beating faster and she found that she had scooted just a little closer to him. “Tell me—what is he doing?”
“He opened her dress to bare her breasts.” There was a definite growl in the big Monstrum’s deep voice now. “He’s sucking her nipples and she’s running her hands through his mane—er, hair. She seems to enjoy feeling his mouth on her.”
“Oh…” Abbey breathed, pressing her thighs together even more tightly. She was still imagining the scene with herself and Solon as the main characters.
