“I don’t,” I assured him. “Just curious.”
“Never,” he swore. “And I never will. I wanted you to love me of your own choices, to choose me because you wanted to, not because of an arrow or because of some predestined thing. I want you.”
“You have me,” I whispered. “And they’ll have to kill me if they want to change that.”
His lips met mine in a deep, claiming kiss that worked its way into my soul. His hands wrapped beneath my jaw, that touch making chills erupt on my skin, and I swore a faint golden glow surrounded both of our bodies.
I dropped my robe, exposing my naked body to the chilled air, and his arm slipped around my waist. He pulled, gripped, and kneaded my flesh, his erection growing between us. Every swipe of our tongues increased our cravings. I wanted to consume him wholly, bury myself within his bones somehow. I clawed his neck, his cheeks, and his body, not caring if I ever breathed again so long as I was with him.
Gavin released my lips with a biting tug, his forehead touching mine as we caught our breath.
“Get on the bed and pose that beautiful ass in the air for me,” he whispered. “I have something I’ve wanted to use on it a while now.”
I inhaled sharply, my heart skipping in anticipation. He kissed me one more time before smacking my ass so loudly that the sound echoed out into the gardens. I winced delightedly with the sting and resisted the skip in my step as I made my way toward the bed.
I fell on it face-first with a plop, bending my knees and leaving my feet in the air as I watched him go to the carry-on bag we’d packed.
I had my phone in my hand, checking where Lana had messaged me again when he crawled onto the bed and straddled his knees over my thighs. Biting my lips, I hit the camera button, and Gavin lay atop me, his chin on my shoulder so I could snap the selfie, along with a few more of him kissing my cheek and my shoulder. I couldn’t help myself from smiling and giggling with every snap.
I tossed the phone onto the floor when I felt his hand between my thighs.
He groaned approvingly at my wetness, lips pressing to my shoulder and down my spine. I loved being like this in front of him—face down, molded into the mattress, and entirely in his grasp—perfect for whatever devotion to my body that he had planned.
He had laid something on the bed at my side, and my eyes narrowed when I saw the three candlesticks, a lighter, and a large tray, which I supposed was to sit the lit candle on.
“What is that?” I asked, eyeing the candlesticks.
“Wax, baby,” he said.
My thighs squeezed, heart skipped. He huffed amusedly at what I assumed was whatever look was on my face and kissed my cheek.
“Relax,” he whispered before moving my hair off my back. “Let me please the goddess of my dreams. This will help get the wax off of you later.”
When he touched my back, I realized there was massage oil on his hands, and I melted into the mattress as he began massaging my skin, working that oil into me, taking extra care on the sides of my breasts and ass. Moans left me with every stroke of his hands until I was completely relaxed and saw him reach for the candle.
“If it’s too hot, let me know,” he said before lighting the end of it.
I flinched as that first dribble of hot wax splashed on my hip and then groaned into the mattress as the stinging sensation erupted chills over my flesh. My arms stretched out in front of me, my cheek hitting the pillow. God, that was amazing. Another drip hit me, this time at the base of my spine, and I sucked in a too-shallow breath.
“Is it too much?” he asked.
“Fuck no,” I moaned. “More.”
His palm hit my ass with the next dribble, and I heard him chuckle softly. “So greedy,” he muttered. “Lift that ass for me, baby. Let me see this wax drip off those gorgeous curves.”
I obeyed, only lifting my hips, my knees bending wide beneath me so that I was stretched out for him. He cursed under his breath, thumb swiping over my clit like he couldn’t resist touching me.
The next splatter of wax rolled down the curvature of my ass, and Gavin spanked the opposite cheek.
Another whimpering groan left me and muffled into the sheet. My eyes closed, and I surrendered to whatever he wanted. I was his toy to play with as he pleased.
I saw him bending behind me, and I melted as his warm tongue licked my drenching pussy.
A low groan emitted from him. He held my ass steady, letting the wax dribble one splash after another on my sensitive skin as he licked and teased me. I spread my legs wider and arched my back, settling into his pleasure.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned. “Right there.”
“You like this wax, baby?” he asked.
