Ah, shit.
Her smug captor was standing at the edge of the pool, shirtless, his chiseled torso on full display. Wide shoulders bursting with strength and a chest and abdomen so perfectly sculpted that rows upon rows of muscles that Nyra hadn’t even been aware existed were immaculately etched into his giant warrior’s body. If she had thought him beautiful before, there were no words to describe the virile man standing before her, oozing with raw sexual power.
As if reading her mind, he smirked, unbuttoning his pants, his eyes locked on her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she breathed, her voice faltering, her own nakedness completely forgotten about as his pants dropped.
“Taking a bath.”
Nyra’s mind went blank. Her mouth hanging open, saliva collecting at the corners as she took him in.
Of course he has to look like a fucking god.
Massive thighs that could crush a man’s skull held up his impressive body, his calves elongated but equally defined. Her head tilted, her gaze sliding to his groin, where a monster of a cock hung heavy; long, thick, with bulging veins running over velvety steel, just begging tobe traced with her tongue. She greedily licked her lips, imagining the feel of it.
“You’re drooling.”
Her nipples pebbled, skin erupting in goose bumps, his husky voice only adding to the heady temptation that was all him, her arousal spiking to concerning levels.
Unable to look away, Nyra watched as he lowered himself into the pool, the surface rippling around his rugged body as he stalked towards her.
She backed up, transfixed, still too lost in whatever the hell was happening at the moment to care about her exposed breasts and her stiff nipples pointing straight at him as if beckoning him, aching to be touched.
“I’m not, I’ve seen better,” she said, her voice lower than she’d like, feigning indifference when her insides were doing somersaults, her body on the verge of combusting.
The cool stone hit her back, halting her further movements.
She gasped.
“What’s the matter, wildling?” Amusement and something sinister radiated off of him as he advanced on her. “Not so brave anymore.” His eyes were half-lidded as his gaze swept over Nyra, branding her like a physical caress.
Her skin burned. Heart pounding, chest heaving as he came within an inch of her, so close she could smell his woodsy scent, could feel the heat rolling off of him in waves. Could see the raw hunger in his eyes and the delicate thread of control that he was barely holding on to.
A droplet of water trickled down her face, her neck, her collarbones, his intense gaze following it as it trailed down her flesh, resting finally on her pert nipple. His eyes darkened, flashing with danger, causing the tight bud to stiffen even more. Moisture leaking out of her core, pussy clenching, begging to be filled up.
Her lids dropped, head craning back as she stared at him, mesmerized by the glorious male in front of her.
His hand lifted.
She whimpered, internally pleading for him to touch her, to put her out of her fucking misery already. To ease the devastating pressure that was rapidly rising in her.
“You’re trembling.” His hand halted, brows knitting together as he searched her face. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Shaking her head, no words came forth to dissuade him, to convince him of the false notion that she was afraid of him, that the reason for her trembling was not fear but an overwhelming sense of unadulterated desire. Nyra could only stare, hypnotized, as he slowly backed up and leaned on the opposite side of the pool’s edge, arms spread out, braced on the stone wall behind him.
Disappointment and confusion raked her insides, his abrupt withdrawal and lack of action contradictory to his possessive nature that Nyra realized was like an aphrodisiac to her.
Maybe he’s not as attracted to you as you are to him.
Swallowing down the bitter lump of rejection and clearing her throat, she lowered herself into the water until her shoulders sank underneath. “I thought you were going to make us some food.”
His head tipped back, resting on the stone as his eyes drifted shut. “Is that really what’s bothering you, wildling?” Her brows furrowed. “Ask me what you really want to know.”
“I–uh–” she shook her head, not understanding his words. Not understanding the suddenly angry scowl marking his striking features as his lids lifted. Nor the heady way that he was staring at her, as if at war withhimself, as if suffering, silently begging Nyra, but for what, she wasn’t sure.
“What happened to that fearless woman,” he said, his tone cold, dripping with venom, “the one that had dared to defy me in the forest, giving me the chase of my life?” He cocked his head. “The one that had shot down a fucking dragon from the sky, completely ignorant of the fire raging on around her?”
Her breath caught. “How do you know about that?”
