When he stood before me, I attempted to breathe normally. "It’s not found anywhere else in the worlds," he said.
“I know,” I replied quickly, sure that his dick was absolutely one of a kind.
He laughed, and I jerked my head up, realizing I’d been a little cockmerized, as Mera phrased it. “The trees that grow here,” he said, as he dropped down to sit at my side. “And the other flora. None of it is found anywhere else, and they can’t be removed from the grotto either.”
Right. Plants and trees were the unique wood he was referring to.
As our skin pressed together down my right side, I fought to stay on point. “Do the plants have any special magic?"
I jumped as his hand slipped across my leg under the water, a smooth movement I hadn't expected. "I think that this entire ecosystem," he said slowly, his finger tracing up my inner thigh, "is what makes this oasis so unique and special." When he hit my center, he parted the folds and slipped across the swollen flesh there. “We’re already reaping the benefits, which you’ll really understand when you leave."
He slid his finger inside of me, and despite the water, there was no resistance. I’d been turned on for so long that I was more than ready for him. Tilting my hips, I moved against his touch, needing more. A second finger joined the first, and we both groaned. "How long have you been wet for me?" he rumbled, turning his head so his lips could caress along the skin of my cheek and down to my lips.
"I’m not sure I’ve stopped aching since the last time at the gathering,” I admitted, crying out as he moved his hand faster, fingers pumping in and out of me while his thumb circled my clit. Within seconds, the pleasure from my sensitive nerves had me hurtling toward an orgasm.
"Tell me, Lale, did you find release without me? Over these many years?"
Even through the fuzziness of my brain, I growled at this fucker asking me questions like that when he was in the middle of controlling my body like a puppet master. With his intense gaze on me, I wanted to lie and tell him I’d moved on many times over the long years, but the truth was, in my robotic state I’d shut down every part of my body.
Punished myself in all ways.
"There has been no other," I gasped, my breathing faster than ever as I lifted my hips higher and all but rode his fingers, greedy for his touch.
Greedy for the emotions he was returning to my world.
Mera had started my metamorphosis with the fires, but Reece... he was a damn rainbow, exploding color all over me. No matter what the next few days brought, one thing was for certain: I could never go back to my black-and-white existence.
36
It took me a few seconds to realize that Reece had frozen at the answer to his question. His fingers were still buried inside me, his naked chest still pressed to me as his other hand pulled me close, but the rest of him was still. Not to mention the full dilation of his pupils in those wide eyes. "Never?" he breathed harshly.
"I was a robot, Reece," I got out, just as breathless, thanks to an impending orgasm. "I refused to feel or want for anything except my duty as a warrior. With the power I controlled, letting myself feel all the pain would have been disastrous."
His shock was fading as a spark of satisfaction burned through his expression. Without moving his fingers from inside me, he used his other hand to lift me in the buoyant water and move me onto his lap. I ended up straddling his thighs, leaning back just enough so that he could continue thrusting his fingers inside me. "You have always belonged to me, Lale,” he murmured, shaking his head.
I groaned. "Don't get too cocky. I'm awakened now, and I won't be a robot ever again."
The growl deep in his chest caught my attention, and he went from shocked to possessive to pissed in a mere second. "You are mine until I say so,” he said as that growl deepened, “We made a deal, and you can't back out of it."
"Until—" I tried to catch my breath. "Until we leave the Desert Lands."
The swirls in my stomach moved faster, desire slamming into me as I got closer. My fingers had been digging into his shoulder for leverage, but wanting him to feel what I was, I slid them lower and wrapped them around the hot shaft that was between us.
"It’ll be well beyond the deserts," Reece finally murmured, but I couldn't focus on his words with those damn fingers destroying me, gliding deep inside as my muscles contracted around him. Leaning forward, instinct took over as I tightened my grasp on his cock, fingers managing to get about halfway around his thick shaft.
Reece jerked against me with a groan. "Lale, fuck. You have a firm grip."
I was strong, and worried I might hurt him, I was about to loosen my hold when he groaned again. "Don’t stop… I like it."
Well, okay then. Stroking him, it was a balance between giving Reece pleasure and not coming myself. A balance that was failing as I felt the tremble in my thighs. Denying my orgasm had it building up to the sort of intense release that might just kill us both.
Reece leaned forward. "I need to taste you," he murmured against my lips, and I could tell he meant more than just a kiss.
"Only if I can reciprocate," I replied, desperate to know what he tasted like.
His fingers eased from me, and I tried not to whimper as he stood, lifting me at the same time. As the warm waters fell away, leaving not a trace of moisture on our skin, I wished we could stay here in their powerful and soothing embrace.
Reece noticed my disappointment. "I can't control these sands," he told me. "So, if we want to breathe, we need to do this on land."
