“I promised you a bed for this,” he panted, grinding against her.
“You also promised me a bath and food,” she rasped, nails clawing down his arms as she arched her back. “Things don’t always go to plan.”
“Cheeky, using my words against me.” Her giggle turned into a moan when he wedged a hand between them and gripped himself, rubbing his throbbing head over her clit. “It’s not going to work though,” he rumbled low, tugging the lobe of her ear with his teeth. “I think you’ll find I suggested a bath and food earlier, while in the cave”—He wrapped his arms around her ashe spun, knelt, and laid her over the bubbling geysers—“I believe Isworeyou would have silk sheets and down feathers cradling this flawless fucking body when I finally had the privilege of being buried inside it.”
She had an unbelievable ability to make him lose all control by merely existing, tempting him to do whatever she wanted and the rest be damned.
Not this time.
“That is onepromiseI intend to keep. Until then?—”
He settled back on his haunches and slapped a hand to the stone, commanding it to mold to her body. The tiny holes beneath her shrank and grew in turns, fluctuating the water’s flow in massaging fits and bursts. But her sweet cunt was already dripping on its own. Contracting. Empty. Begging to be filled.
And that simply wouldn’t do.
Brand palmed his cock, grazing the long length from root to tip, and urged the stone between her legs to rise up in the same shape. Power in tune with her and his creation, he grabbed her thighs with a growl and spread her wider.
“—I can indulge you in other ways.”
A yank and the stone phallus impaled Luna, sliding perfectly into her clenching entrance.
Her gasp and whimper… The way her eyes rolled back in her head… Her limbs melting into the spaces he’d made for them…
Music, and artwork, and everything he’d ever wanted in his bloody life. Her pleasure was his, and damned if he wasn’t right there with her. The bond had sprung to new life, the whispers gone, pure ecstasy buzzing along its fragile hold instead.
Panting, he reached up to a recessed shelf and pulled down soap and oil. “We’ve traveled together. Bathed together. Slept side-by-side.” He upturned one of the glass vessels and drizzled every drop of its contents over her writhing form. “I’ve touched you, tasted you. Wanted you so desperately I couldn’tsee straight.” Dipping a cloth into the pool, he brought it to her stomach and flattened it beneath his palm. “We’ve gone into battle together,” he rasped, remembering the near-fatal wounds that had marred the perfection there, “and wept in the aftermath.”
Hooded eyes on his, she raised her arms above her head, resting them on drenched waves of chestnut hair, trailing like a halo around her.
Brand scrubbed her slowly, lathering every inch and torturing them both. “Do you know what that means?”
Luna’s teeth sunk into her lower lip as she shook her head, still rocking. Fuck, he was tempted to lean down and lick the marbled cock clean, just to have the taste of her on his tongue. To feel it working its way in and out of her.
He circled her clit once, twice—a tease before leaning away again. “It means I’ve spent weeks learning your body in a thousand different ways. Obsessing over every little thing so I might best serve you.”
Brand quickly scrubbed himself with the same linen and tossed it aside to pick up the oil. Uncorking it, he turned that over too, dousing both of them.
“Shite,” she breathed, whimpering, rising up on her elbows and thrusting herself harder, faster.
Oh, yes. He knewexactlywhat she wanted—because one of thoselittle thingshe’d learned about his precious mate was that she liked to watch.
Brand took his time dragging his palms up his arms and behind his neck. Over his pecs and down his abdomen. Luna’s breath hitched when he reached the jutting length of his own cock, cupping his balls and stroking himself in time with her movements. He was helpless to stop the bow of his body, the rumble that forced itself past his lips as he took her in. His eyes followed the viscous beads dripping slowly down the swells ofher bouncing breasts, gathering at the turgid, blushing tips. The glisten of it on her opalescent skin and in the soft hairs on her mound.
He couldn’t wait another second.
“I think we’re clean enough now, don’t you?”
Her chest was heaving, hips undulating. “Yes.”
“If you’re satisfied, perhaps you’d like a dip in the pool, after all?”
She narrowed her gaze, silver sparks swirling in the azure depths. “Brandir aht Bordoroth, if you don’t take me to bed immediately, I will scream.”
He chuckled. “Is that supposed to be a threat, little moon? Your screams will only encourage me.”
Luna planted her foot in the middle of his chest and shoved him back. So sudden and unexpected—with so much force—that he had no choice but to land on his arse with a curse, sliding back across the washroom floor.
Between one blink and the next, she was straddling his chest, hands clasped around his horns.
