“If you don't mind.”
“As long as you share.” Kyrian winked at me as he headed for the stairs.
Cyprian chuckled. “When have I ever been stingy with pleasure?”
Braxis cleared his throat and hurried past, toward a downstairs bedroom.
Cyprian slid a smirk my way—a real smirk as opposed to his mask. I took his hand, and we headed upstairs to the master bedroom. As soon as the door was shut, Cyprian started kissing me, but I pulled away.
“I need to shower first, darling,” I drawled. “Care to join me?”
Cyprian's answer was to scoop me up and carry me into the bathroom—a huge space of gray marble, turquoise tiles, and sea glass. He set me down on the thick mat before a shower stall big enough for four. A tap of his hand and the overhead shower head came on. There were several more embedded in the tiled walls but we'd already discovered that using all the jets at once impeded any sort of shower activity beyond getting clean.
I slid out of my dress, brushed my hair, and then removed my underwear. Cyprian was already waiting for me in the stall, deliciously wet and so hot that the water should have sizzled when it hit his skin. His eyes burned green as he ran a soapy cloth over his lean but sculpted chest. I followed the cloth's progress with my eyes as it headed downward, over rippled abs to a pale piece of flesh that hardened under my gaze. Cyprian sighed and leaned his head back into the spray as the cloth wrapped around his cock. His heavy-lidded gaze found mine as I stepped into the water. With the lazy focus of a predator, my husband watched me from beneath droplet-sprinkled lashes as I stepped closer and ran my hands up his soapy chest.
I took the cloth from him and swept it along his hip as I pressed my body to his. Cyprian made an aroused sound, low in his throat as his cock nestled between my thighs. I closed my legs around him and rocked my hips forward, sliding my sex over his as I rubbed the cloth over his back. Strong, elegant hands gripped my ass and held me still as Cyprian pumped slowly through the gap between my thighs. I groaned as he transferred soap from his cock to my sex, splitting me and grinding up against that bundle of nerves at the top.
“Se Esaria,” Cyprian murmured just before he covered my mouth with his.
Our tongues twined together as our slippery skin glided, that erotic sensation sending tingles racing up my belly. Water soaked my hair when Cyprian turned me into the full force of the spray; it dripped down our faces and into our kiss. I pulled away, and he growled at me in disappointment.
“I need to finish bathing you, Ruar,” I purred in his ear.
Cyprian's cock twitched and his eyes flashed green. I gave him a sexy smile as I slid behind him and soaped his back. The cloth seemed to glide over his broad shoulders with a will of its own, moving down the corded plane of his back before curving up to scrub his arms and even his hands.
“You are killing me,” he lamented.
“Patience,” I said as I moved down to his ass.
Cyprian spread his legs for me as I scrubbed the cloth over the pert globes of flesh and then down his thighs. I went to my knees to wash his calves and feet, then swept up to delve between his ass cheeks. Cyprian rumbled in pleasure as I cleaned him thoroughly. Malik would have balked if I had tried to wash him there, but Cyprian appreciated any kind of pleasure I offered him. So, when I drew the cloth away and rubbed my finger over his puckered hole, he only pushed back encouragingly.
I licked and then bit the tight curve of his wet ass as I sank my soapy finger slowly into that hole. Cyprian groaned and set a hand to his cock. The slick sounds of him working himself matched the rhythm of my pumping finger. I withdrew it and spread his cheeks, letting the water rush over him, then fingered him again to rinse him thoroughly. He was reaching for me when I pressed my face between his cheeks and licked him.
“Fuck!” Cyprian roared as I slipped my tongue into him. “Amara!”
Cyprian came in a wordless roar, his body trembling violently. I eased back and got to my feet with a gleeful grin that broadened when I saw the thick ribbons dripping down the tiled wall. I moaned happily as I wrapped myself around him from behind.
“Was that nice, darling?” I whispered in his ear.
“You naughty girl,” Cyprian murmured with a wicked grin as he spun so he was facing me. “Now, you're going to get it.”
“I was hoping I would.”
“First, we need to get you clean.” Cyprian squirted some shampoo onto his palm, then worked it into my wet hair.
I sighed and closed my eyes. Cyprian's talented fingers massaged my scalp before working the shampoo to the ends. His lips covered mine in a brief but searing kiss as he moved me into the spray with his body. I leaned back to rinse and as I did, he slid my bath puff over me. The scent of grapefruit filled the steamy air as the plastic puff scrubbed my breasts gently. Cyprian continued down my belly, over my back, and down my arms, leaving excited tingles in his wake. I stepped out of the spray to make it easier on him, and so I could watch him work. My beautiful Faulin went to his knees, as I had for him, and bathed me adoringly. I stroked the sides of his face while he washed my sex, his fingers massaging the soap into me. But then he eased me back into the water.
Once I was rinsed, Cyprian moved me again, angling me to one side until I hit the wall. Cool tile against hot skin—I sucked in a breath. He lifted my thigh and hung it over his shoulder, opening me. With a groan of anticipation, my husband leaned forward and spread my sex with his fingers. His face nestled between my thighs as the water sprayed over his back, and the heat of his tongue found me. I grabbed his shoulders as a sharp blast of pleasure rocketed through me, my leg pulling him closer. Cyprian moaned and lashed me harder. His tongue sought my entrance and pierced me, then drew out to flick at me mercilessly.
I absently saw Cyprian fumbling with the discarded puff, my stare more interested in his hardening shaft, but then his soapy finger nudged into my back channel. I cried out when that slippery digit delved into me while his talented tongue continued to cast a spell over my sex. And then, as if all that wasn't enough, I felt the Fusion rise. The magic that bound us also gave us great pleasure, enhancing every sexual act. It magnified the feel of his strong tongue working me and the delicious slide of his finger. Cyprian pumped faster and licked harder, but I pushed him away.
Cyprian gaped up at me but only for a moment—the length of time it took me to turn around and lean over.
I braced my hands against the wall and demanded, “Stop playing and fuck me, Ruar!”
Cyprian rose to his feet with a snarl, spread my cheeks, and slid into my sex. Soon, the rapid slapping of his hips against my ass echoed off the walls. I glanced over my shoulder and groaned when I caught sight of Cyprian's beautiful body tightening with every deep thrust.
“Yes!” I cried, my fingers curling against the tile.
