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I tense when I feel a chilling presence behind me. Remus places a light kiss on my shoulder.

“If you’re not careful, you could get him killed,” he murmurs.

“By her? Or you,” I whisper bitterly. Remus chuckles softly, moving away from me as he makes his way to the archway leading to the hall.

“Me.”

Chapter Fifteen

Iris

The bathroom is filled with steam, and the water warms against my body as I sit in the deep tub. The soft trickle of droplets leaving the tips of my skin to drip into the water below interrupts the silence occasionally. It’s peaceful. Or rather, it would be if Remus’s words weren’t clinging to my thoughts. In my time in his care, I’ve never known Remus to say things on impulse. But his words seemed very candid at the moment. He almost sounded jealous of Jude. But would he really kill him because of me?

I sink deeper into the tub as my mind wanders to Jude. He’s a determined man. And his knowledge of the resistance brings me hope again. It also makes me concerned about his closeness to Zaya and what that could entail now that she’s bringing him around Remus.

After an hour the water begins to grow cold and prune my skin. I reluctantly get out of the tub, making my way to the mirror that stands on the wall. The edges of the mirror light up upon my approach, giving me the perfect view of myself. Remus’s “care” has done more for my physical appearance than man’s invention of spa days and creams ever could. My skin is clear of all dirt and grime and practically glowing in my reflection. Even my hair, which I haven’t seen in years, has grown past my chin, the color a glossy black that holds soft waves. I look healthy and feel better than I’ve felt physically in years.

The sound of the door opening catches my attention, and I turn just in time to see Remus entering the bathroom. His expression is unreadable as his gaze quickly sweeps over the room to find me standing in front of the mirror.

Naked.

His gaze darkens as he takes me in, closing the door behind him to make his way to where I stand. My heartbeat quickens the closer he gets to me, and I know he hears it. A small smile plays on his lips, confirming my suspicions.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks. I clutch the towel closer to my chest as he approaches, and he notices the motion, raising a brow. He places his hands around my waist, guiding me around to face myself in the mirror, his tall physique standing behind me. His purple eyes meet mine in the reflection, burning bright with excitement.

“I meant you, Iris. Look at yourself.” My eyes slowly shift from his to my body as he pulls the towel away, and I feel my cheeksburning from embarrassment. I’ve never seen myself as a sexual being. I’ve never even thought about sex and what exactly it entails until I met Remus. And now, as I look at myself in the mirror, I have no idea what to look for. I don’t understand what he wants me to see. When I look in the mirror, I see a terrified girl.

Remus chuckles softly behind me, his hands gently pushing mine away from my body, reaching up to cup my breasts. A light gasp leaves my lips from the bold action. My breasts fit perfectly in the palm of his hands. He places a soft kiss on my throat, and I shiver when I hear a deep rumble from his chest.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Iris.” He lifts my chin, forcing me to look at myself.

“Your breasts are perfect. Your body curves in all the right places, calling to me to be touched...” He emphasizes his words by running his hands over my stomach and waist, moving his left hand up to cup my breast and his right hand deeper toward my sex. I tense, my body moving away out of reaction, but his grip tightens, pulling me closer to him. His hand dips between my folds, and he slowly begins to rub his finger over the sensitive bud that resides there. I feel the familiar ache of arousal slowly being coaxed alive by Remus, his eyes staying lined to mine in the mirror.

“It takes everything in me not to fuck you every time you cross my path,” he murmurs as his finger dips into my tight channel. I open my mouth, letting my soft shudder wash over the room. Remus’s finger strokes me on the inside, mimicking what usually happens between us during sex, and my body responds accordingly.My inner walls grow wetter with each stroke, quivering in anticipation of what usually follows.

“Look at yourself. You’re a minx without trying.”

I open my eyes to look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks have a light red stain over them, my mouth is slightly parted, and my eyes are glazed with pleasure. Even my nipples are beaded under his touch. Just as the thought crosses my mind, Remus squeezes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ah!” I cry out.

Pleasure sparks through me, adding to my buildup, and I involuntarily arch my back to get more of his touch. I feel Remus pushing another finger inside of me, stretching me to get me ready for him. The pleasure only deepens, and my knees slowly become weak.

Remus hoists me up, placing his hand under my ass. He pushes my back against the mirror, pressing himself against my center. I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and I feel the bulge of his erection straining against the front of his pants, pressing into my drenched center. I want to rub myself against the material, the pleasure he’s built up for me so far becoming too much to bear. But his gaze keeps me steady. He’s studying me.

“Why do you risk your life for these people?” he asks. I hear genuine curiosity in his tone, no amusement, no anger, just curiosity. I feel an intense urge to cower under his gaze. His bright purple eyes are boring into my soul with the intent of finding an answer that I have to wrack my brain to give.

“I... can’t stand aside when people are in need,” I whisper.

He raises a brow, emphasizing his next sentence by pushing deeper against me, causing me to tremble as his shaft rubs against me in pleasure.

“Even if you yourself are helpless?” he asks huskily.

Silence washes over us. I don’t know what answer to give. Luckily, Remus doesn’t force one out of me. A smile spreads its way onto his lips, and I feel him slowly adjust himself. His eyes drop to my lips, and out of reaction, my tongue comes out to lick them.

That’s all it takes for him to lean into me and place his lips over mine.

His lips are warm as always and gentle. I feel his tongue lightly trace my bottom lip before he pushes it into my mouth, stroking each corner. My sex aches with need from his kiss, which sends fire through my belly. I hate myself at this moment. I want nothing more than to beg for him to take me, but I know he’s my enemy. I cannot enjoy him in any way.

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