He sat up, and fire pulsed through her as she took in the hair-whorled planes of his chest, the stack of muscles bulging beneath as he reached out for her. Water sluiced down his sinewy frame as he rose like a pagan god and guided her into the water. As she steeped in the fragrant lemongrass suds, she straddled his lap and felt his hard member under her thigh.
Instantly, he claimed her mouth, kissing her until she was breathless. Molded to him, she fed him soft sighs and needy whimpers. Propping his knees up, he hoisted her closer so he could suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
His hands slid up and down her body, his touches rough and stimulating over her sleek lines and soft curves. As he continued his feast down her body,allCecilia could feel was the weight of his pending departure.
The pleasure he was giving her melded with the burgeoning pain in her chest to brew a bittersweet ache in her blood.
“I need you,my forever sin.” The raw desperation in his voice washed over her and tightened her belly. “Let me have you.”
Feeling the urgent weight of his desire pulsing under her thigh, she met her husband’s fervent gaze. She whispered the truth in her heart. “I’m already yours.”
Claiming her thighs with his hands, he spread her wide in open reverence, a finger sliding between them. Stroking along her slick heat, he made a low, hungry groan—a sound ofpure male satisfactionat feeling her so wet, so ready for him.
He found her pearl, rubbing it as he ate at her mouth; he sank a finger inside her, and she moaned. The water lapped against the sides of the tub with their movements, coaxing gentle waves that caressed her heated skin.
“Please,” she breathed against his lips, the word half plea, half prayer.
His eyes darkened with primal need. Gripping her hips, he lifted her slightly, positioning himself at her entrance. She felt the blunt pressure of him, hot and insistent even in the warm water.
“Look at me,” he commanded roughly, and she obeyed, her gaze locking with his as he slowly lowered her onto his length.
The sensation of him filling her, stretching her, made her gasp. Water displaced around them, sloshing gently as she sank down, taking him deeper. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking there as he fought for control.
“Devil,you feel like heaven,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
She began to move, rising and falling in a rhythm as old as time. The water added a silken resistance, making each movement deliberate. His hands guided her, helped her find the angle that made stars burst behind her eyes.
The firelight cast dancing shadows across his face as he watched her with an intensity that stole her breath. One hand left her hip to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple in time with her movements.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his accent thickening with desire. “Take what you need from me.”
She did, riding him with increasing urgency as pleasure coiled tighter in her belly. The water grew choppy with their passion, splashing over the edge of the tub now, but neither of them cared. His other hand slipped between them, finding that sensitive pearl again and circling it with expert precision.
“Cassian, I—” she whimpered, her rhythm faltering as delirious sensation overwhelmed her.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, taking control. He thrust up into her, each stroke deliberate and deep, while his fingers worked her pearl relentlessly. “Let go for me, enchantress. Let me feel you…”
The dual assault wastoomuch. Pleasure crested over her in waves, pulling her under. She cried out his name as her body clenched around him, trembling with the force of her release. Her vision darkened, and the next instant, she was out of the tub, being carried, his primal instinct taking over.
He rose so quickly that she squealed at first, instinctively grabbing at him as he stepped out and as he shook them like a rain-soaked wolf.
“Grab that towel,” he instructed her in a low baritone as they passed a tall cupboard.
She snatched it as they went to his bedchamber, and he rested her on the bed, only to roughly half-dry them before he hoisted her back down to the mattress. She bounced on the cushions and laughed. “You’re a troglodyte.”
“Iam,” he smirked devilishly as he covered his body with hers.
Gripping her legs, he wrapped them around his waist as he peppered hot kisses across her breastbone, suckling at her skin and licking her aching breasts, moaning when he sucked one candy-pink nipple into his mouth.
He trailed hot, wet kisses down Cecilia’s body and kissed over the soft curve of her ribs before dipping his tongue into her belly button in a very phallic way.
She held tight on his triceps, her fingernails skimming over to the flexing muscles of his shoulder as he pleasured her with his lips and—dipping to stroke her middle—hisfingers. No one had ever made her feel desired the way he did.
“You are so maddeninglydelectable, Cece,” he said raggedly.
She bucked against his fingers, her needful whimpers urging him to meld them into one once more. She was extremely sensitive, but it only amplified the sensations to a sort of ethereal bliss.
“Yet you torture me…” she moaned. “Please, make love to me already.”
