My eyes snap shut.
“There you go,” he breathes. “Such a good girl. You listen so well for your mate.”
Tingles spread down my spine.
“You're so close, aren't you?” He says, voice thick now.
“All this just from my voice? What would you do if I were in the tub with you right now, Lumi?”
My head falls back, dipping lower into the water.
“Use your other hand, baby,” he moans. “Play with those pretty nipples for me. Let me hear how desperate you are.”
My hand slips up to my breast, heeding his every command.
“That's it. Just like that. You sound so perfect when you whimper like that—don’t stop.”
My hand moves faster, the pressure coils tighter,
He groans. “Fuck yes. You gonna come for me, baby?”
I nod frantically.
“Pinch your nipple for me, softly.”
I do exactly as he says.
“Now harder.” He commands.
I tug on it slightly, and pleasure explodes inside me.
“Such a good fucking girl, Lumi,” he grits out. “Let go for me, love. Come all over those fingers like you would my cock.”
“Oh, God! Tyrian—” I sob, the word slips as my body arches, heat flashing white behind my eyelids. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp. It's so much more intense than usual. My legs spasm under the water.
He grunts, and for half a second, I’m tempted to open my eyes to see if he is touching himself too.
“Did you squirt for me, baby?” He rasps. “I didn't even know you could do that.”
Neither did I.
“You've never done that before,” he adds softly. “It’s because I know what your body needs, Lumi. Better than anyone.”
Just as I get through the aftershocks, the door slams open with a thunderous crack. My eyes fly open.
A violent draft shrieks through the bathroom, and snow surges in behind it, until the mirrors are frosted over.
Andrik fills the doorway, but it's not the Andrik who kneels beside the bed and brushes hair from my cheek, or whispers Vraksûn against my temple.
His chest heaves. His eyes—those ancient, glacial eyes—are locked on mine—frost curling from his lips with every breath. His gaze drops through the water to where my hand is frozen between my thighs.
Something sharp snaps inside my chest.
“Who the thrahk is Tyrian?” His voice is a snarl.
Every muscle locks.
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
