“Yes,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “Like one of my drawings.”
My fingers curled around the edges of the tub when a warm murmur crawled along my veins, my blood pumping hot. “Go slow, just like this,” I struggled to get out. “As if we have all the time in the world.”
And the small bathroom surrounded by fogged glass and a curved wall became inescapable. Stone traced me, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my entire body.
With his fingers, he drew along my pubic bone and through my every crease, touching every inch as if he were creating memories, erasing the old, storing away the new. And when his fingers gently parted my pussy lips, he traced along the inner slick edge. My body was an exposed nerve, and another sigh fell from my lips. Equal parts misery and bliss.
As much as my eyes wanted to roll back in my head from the slow-building pleasure, his gaze was deeply woven with mine, an uncompromising demand to keep them on him.
He drew heavy circles against my opening. Deep, ardent strokes.
A moan left me, and the sensations were almost too much to bear. He rested his forehead against mine, wanting to be a part of it, feel every sigh hit his mouth, witness every sinking blink, every shake of my lips.
I wanted more, grinding against his fingers until he slipped one inside me.
My expression broke, and Stone’s mouth fell open. “If only you could see yourself.” He swallowed, pushing his finger in to the knuckle, holding my head in the palm of his other hand, my spine arching as he stroked my inner walls. “My darling, you’ve made an absolute fool of me.”
I dissolved into the bathwater, grinding against him as his thumb stroked my clit.
He slid another finger inside, dragging them in slowly, then out. Each drawing made the room fuzzy, like static sizzling both around and inside us. It was almost impossible to keep my eyes open, so they latched onto his eyes as I was going under.
With our foreheads connected, Stone’s lashes splayed across his cheekbones like ink on paper as he peered down the length of my withering body.
He wet his parted lips. “You should know,” black eyes flicked up to mine, “the need to forsake the sun and fuck you this very second is insufferable.”
My palm slapped the edge of the tub, and water slipped over my peaked nipples as he slowly pumped into me, grazing his mouth teasingly across my cheek. Vibrations built up inside me when his long fingers curled, the smooth pads applying pressure inside, the pad of his thumb scraping my clit.
My leg started to shake, the pleasure threatening to skin me raw. When I tried to slip my leg back into the water to clench my thighs, Stone trapped it between his knees, keeping me at his mercy.
I looked to him, panic taking me as an orgasm made a vicious climb.
I looked to him, a scream to free me because the pleasure was so fierce I was afraid the climax would simply rip me apart.
He looked up. Our eyes connected.
A miserable look stole his features.
That was when he pressed his cheek to mine, and his whisper was a soothing balm in my ear. “I need to tell you something.” I felt his lips graze the shell, and his hand slowed, suspending me. “Are you listening?”
I nodded, my cells on the verge of bursting.
“What if I told you that in the beginning, we were lifetimes apart?” His breath sailed across my cheek when he exhaled. Like the question held weight. In both the words and the seriousness behind them, it held weight. And he was letting it go.
I didn’t understand, so I tried to turn my head to search his face, but he wouldn’t let me. He kept his cheek pressed to mine so I couldn’t look him in the eyes, and he continuously dragged his fingers in and out of me at a dangerously slow pace.
“Listen,” he rasped with a voice on the edge of breaking. “What if I told you that centuries were supposed to separate us, that time was designed to stand in our way? What if I told you that every second together is measured by the impossible because the chance of you and me was never supposed to happen?” He paused. He breathed in. He breathed out. “We were never supposed to find each other, but we did. You found me, and then yousawme, and it seems you’ve somehow made these two words entirely different.” I blinked, feeling a riptide splash beneath my lashes. “We were never supposed to happen, but here we are, nevertheless, at the hands of the unknown, against all odds, my darling siren. Because I believe something more rebellious had other plans for us.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear. A whisper. A secret. “Perhaps the stars themselves.”
He returned his eyes to me, his gaze swimming. “What if I told you that?”
The pad of his thumb pushed up against my clit and licked it, stealing me. As if he didn’t want me to answer. As if he didn’t want to know.
My leg started to shake, and I bit my lip to stifle a cry, but it was no use.
There was a tremor of my lips just as my orgasm erupted.
I wouldn’t have noticed if my mouth wasn’t just barely touching his.
My thighs tried to clench together from the feeling of being turned inside out. But Stone kept my leg between his knees, trapping it there as his thumb gently brushed my clit, his curled fingers leisurely stroking my orgasm.
