My heart was already racing just from this simple contact, almost ready to jump right out of my chest.

Eros could probably hear the rapid beating of my heart because the corner of his mouth slightly lifted into a roguish smirk.

He cleaned my fingers rather thoroughly, softly and gently rubbing against my skin, as if he was afraid to injure me if he used too much strength or force.

I lowered my gaze, afraid that if I stared any longer, he might just take my soul right out of my body.

He was everything in a man that I could possibly want and it was tempting to be in his presence.

Every single action that he made seemed to make my heart tremble, made me lose the sense of reality and everything else around me.

He treated me so good and I could tell it wasn't because he was just trying to get me to mate him.

This is what made it impossible not to like Eros.

Who in their right mind could hate him?

Other than Zanthos, of course.

My fingers closed around his, my eyes slightly downcast when he cleaned the water from my hands with a dry towel.

After the thorough wash, he cleaned off my bare shoulders with a wet towel to remove Zanthos' invisible scent that I couldn't really smell.

He was very patient.

In fact, I have never met anyone as patient as him.

And it surprised me.

When I looked up, I was dumbfounded at the image that reflected back in the mirror.

From our position, it looked as if he was hugging me from back, head tipped downwards to look at my fingers.

I could see the way his lashes fluttered, covering his bright blue eyes as he looked down.

His cheekbones seemed to glow in the light.

My heart stuttered a beat.

Just when I thought he was done, Eros suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, stopping me from turning around to face him.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion when his head descended to my shoulder and I couldn't help but follow his every action with my eyes.

I have to admit that it felt slightly erotic, watching myself in the mirror while Eros was doing things to me.

That didn't sound right but I didn't know a better way to phrase it.

At this point, my breath became baited.

White sparks covering my vision when his warm breath touched the crook where my neck and shoulder met.

This sense of antic.i.p.ation settled in the pit of my stomach, and I could barely swallow down that sudden lump that formed in my throat.

Eros' teasingly stopped almost hair's breadth away from my skin, looking straight at me through the mirror.

The hot sultry look made me completely spellbound by him and my stomach tightened with excitement.

Then, his hot mouth pressed against my hypersensitive skin.

My eyes closed on instinct, lips parted and a gasping breath escaped while my fingers dug into his forearm.

My mouth had gone completely dry.

I was sure that if Eros wasn't holding me up,

I would have embarra.s.sed myself and fell to the floor.

The feeling was nothing I could ever describe.

It was like rain on a hot desert after a long and terrible drought, like the feeling of being shocked until my whole body trembled in a pleasurable and uncontrollable way.

There were tremors that wracked my body at just that one simple touch, and I couldn't do anything other than stand there and take it.

It left me, almost, mentally incapacitated.

Is this how it is for true mates?

How could they stand these chaotic sensations?

I was already melting into a puddle of goo with just one simple kiss.

Could you imagine what would happen if we actually mated?

I'm getting ahead of myself.

Why am I even thinking of mating with Eros?

That thought pulled me back to reality and I managed to weakly open my eyes when I felt Eros' tongue brush against my pulse.

The pink appendage pressed against my skin with just enough pressure to make my knees weak.

Then, he lightly bit down and sucked, just a tad bit, harder.