Strong arms enfolded me with a delicate yet passionate embrace. “We’ll beat her,” he whispered and the surety and confidence in his voice allowed me to breathe out the tension I’d been holding inside since Myel had fallen asleep. Yet, when that stress left me, my exhaustion returned and I went limp in his arms. He cradled me close, my body molded to his.
He gave a soft chuckle. “I’m a dripping mess,” he whispered.
Yeah, so am I,my dirty little mind replied, thinking of something entirely different.
“I should have a shower.”
“That sounds heavenly,” I breathed.
A soft and gentle shower with Vyns seemed like just what the doctor ordered. Some calming shower sex before finally resting.
He lifted me easily and carried me to the other hall and the shower room. Someone had placed a small curtain of fire in front of the pouring water. The water poured through, heated, while steam filled the small room, making it nice and humid.
Vyns stripped and I removed my robe before we stepped down into the knee-deep bath and let the warm water flow over us.
“I have to hand it to the incubus, this is genius,” Vyns said, indicating the fire. “Maybehaving a demon on our side could be useful…occasionally.”
Rook had done this? It made sense, he was the only one with fire magic.
“And… he can keep it up all the time?” I asked amazed.
“Well, heisan incubus,” Vyns replied.
I didn’t understand how that impacted the durability of his fire magic… till I got the dirty joke Vyns was making and slapped him playfully.
“Are you actually giving the man a compliment?”
Vyns sighed. “With you in my arms, I feel… generous.”
Right answer.
My desire for this man spiked. I couldn’t help myself, Vyns was… perfect! He was starting to accept Rook, and he was otherwise so giving and so damned certain of my strength and power. I climbed his amazing body, wrapping my legs around his waist and toying with his rigid hardness trapped between us, rocking my pubic bone over it softly.
“I need you,” I whispered, and he got my meaning clearly this time as well. But to make it clear what I wanted, I added, “Make me feel powerful, like a queen, a goddess!”
Turning us in the warm spray, he pinned me to the wall. Steam had warmed the stone and given it a slippery sheen.
His kiss was intense, passionate, but also… giving, letting me take control as my hands slipped up behind his head to comb through his wet hair.
When he pulled back, he breathed, “Then I shouldn’t need to do much at all, because youarea queen, quite literally, and I don’t know about anyone else, but you’re certainly a goddess to me.”
Yup, all the right words. “More,” I breathed. I needed more of everything he gave me.
“You’re a goddess of love, of lust, of power and earth and water. You’re a sexy vixen at night, and a true and benevolent ruler during the day. You have my heart and my spirit, my everything. I am yours, now and always.”
Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!
“Make me feel it,” I gasped as his words brought tears to my eyes, wetness hidden by the water coursing over us.
“Kiss my neck, here,” he breathed, touching a spot as he tilted his head.
I didn’t ask why, just did it.
“Feel what you do to me, feel the pounding of my heart,” he said as my lips pressed to his neck, and I felt his hammering pulse. “And feel the tempest of my spirit.”
I did. A sweltering humidity, a billowing wet heat that matched the shower coursing over us. And it matched a wet heatdeepinside me. His spirit had whipped up a torrential summer’s storm and it raged with devotion as it linked with mine.
“Yes!” I breathed, voice trembling.
