Blakeshire (Insight #9)(77)
I pulled in a deep breath and imagined all of the paint that made up the funnels returning to their cylinders. I imagined that the paint along the ridges of the floor and walls was dried perfectly into place, that my room was now laced with deep purples and blues with sparing shades of yellow and green.
“Beautiful,” I heard him whisper against my temple, which made me question if he was seeing my thoughts. I opened my eyes slowly, then widely. The paint canopy was gone. There were no more pools of paint anywhere, and what was in place was dry, looked like it had been in place for days.
“Did you do that?” I gasped.
He smiled boyishly. “Not my mess to clean up.”
I playfully slapped his shoulder. “It’s art, not a mess.”
“Art is too weak of a word,” he mused as his eyes danced across me. “It is a reflection of how vibrant your soul is…it’s breathtaking.”
“Thought it was a mess?”
His grin grew wider. “Don’t tell me that Madison Marie Blair has forgotten how to take a joke?”
“I really did that?” I asked as I took in the room.
“Within a breath…you are insanely powerful.”
I grimaced on the inside as I remembered Britain saying something close to that, which brought to mind his argument that I had been purposefully drained and would soon be nothing more than a vessel for Drake to place Willow’s soul within.
I breathed in deeply, assuring myself that I could still smell the scent of roses that always emerged when Drake held me. That emotion that I was sure was love was saturating his soul at this moment. The darkest corners of my being dared to tell me that he was seeing Willow, imagining her, but the better part of me convinced my mind that my paranoid thoughts were coming from Britain, that I had let him in.
“Are you hungry?” Drake whispered as he reached to trace my bottom lip.
I could feel the paint tightening against my skin. “Maybe after I clean up. Take a sh—”
Before I managed to get the word ‘shower’ out, a force of energy tightened around me—and the next thing I knew, I was standing in that massive shower.
“How did you do that?” I asked with a gasp. We weren’t lying far from the doorway to the bathroom, but still, moving that fast was unnatural.
He winked as he turned on the water. “I had a meeting tonight, a lot of power in that room. I managed to grasp a few lessons I’d been working on.” He reached for the soap and slowly poured it across my hands.
“A bad meeting?”
“A meeting with good people discussing bad things.”
“Are you worried?” I pushed, wondering if it was about the explosions and when he was going to scorn me for talking to Donalt alone.
“The only thing I’m worried about right now is getting the paint off these beautiful locks of yours.”
See now, most people would let that last conversation go and relish in the fact that making a mess with Drake Blakeshire was only foreplay compared to the aftermath of cleaning up said mess, but my obsessive mind had seized control of the moment.
“How, though? How are you moving your entire body?” I knew that I could move my soul, appear in another room and look near corporeal, just as my cousins could, and I knew that because of Landen’s background as a Phoenix he could move anywhere in full form. But it seemed like Drake had managed to pick up both those traits in a very small window of time. Deep down, that thrilled me. Something told me that they were all uniting, and if that were the case we would be an unstoppable force. Then again, I was worried that power like that could go to someone’s head, ruin them, the way it had ruined Donalt so long ago.
In an instant, he had moved me across the shower under the largest spray of water. My heart thundered as I felt the power of his energy encasing me. “You know how you sent your energy through the air to guide that paint?” he murmured as he coaxed the water through my hair. “It’s the same way, only you tell your body to go there. Takes a lot of energy.” He winked at me. “But it’s fun.”
“Are you going to teach me that?”
“I think in here,” he said as his hand moved to the center of my chest. “You already know how. It’s like what you do when you go into The Realm.” His eyes moved to mine. “When you meditate and let your soul rise.”
My heart boomed in my chest as I saw desire in his eyes. Merging souls was something I had been told about when Olivia had taught me to rise from my body in deep meditation. She made it very clear to me that it was far more sacred than any physical act if it was done properly. I wasn’t sure I could handle Drake taking me to any new high. He was enough to handle as he stood.
“You tell yourself where to go, and you move…that’s how Landen explained it. I only practiced a few times; this was the furthest I had ever moved, ” he said as he nodded to the bathroom doorway.
“Sounds like something that can help keep you safe,” I said with a sly smile as I began to wash the paint off his chest.
It wasn’t long after that comment that we forgot what we were doing and lost ourselves once more in each other’s arms. Long after the water ran clear of paint, we stayed in that steaming shower, exploring new ways to drive the other mad with passion and desire.
Chapter Sixteen
Madison