He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
CHAPTER 21
Fragrant suds wreathed the spacious en suite, but the vanilla-and-roses oil Devony had put in the water had nothing on the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Or the taste of her release.
Rafe’s veins pounded in response to her pleasure.
Every cell in his body echoed with her climax, as powerful as if it had been his own.
Fuck. He’d heard the blood bond was intense, but he hadn’t been prepared. He hadn’t been nearly prepared for the erotic pleasure of it, nor for the feeling of connection, completion.
He hadn’t been prepared for Devony Winters, even before her blood was living inside him.
Rafe set her bare feet down on the cool tiles of the bathroom. He expected to hastily strip out of his jeans and boots so they could pick up where they left off, but her hands were right there with him, tugging down his zipper as he got rid of the rest of his clothes.
His cock was on the verge of exploding as she freed it from his pants and cupped the stiff shaft in her palms. His own hands shook as he shoved off his jeans and boxer briefs.
Her tongue met his flesh and he hissed. “Ah, Christ.”
She guided him to the tub with her, his erection held in her caressing hands. She sat on the wide marble edge in front of him, which put her mouth at the perfect angle to take him deep.
And she did.
Holy hell, she took him so fully into her throat his vision spun behind his closed eyelids.
On a grunt, he grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, winding his hand in the silky ropes. Her fangs abraded his tender skin—not enough to break the surface, but to drive him mad with the erotic scrape of the sharp points and the velvety wetness of her stroking tongue.
At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.
And he didn’t want to make this night about his pleasure. He wanted it all to belong to her.
As a balm for everything she’d been through with him tonight.
As a pledge for all the better things he wanted to give her.
Mostly, as an apology for the honesty he’d withheld from her from the beginning, his devotion to duty even when his heart belonged to her.
“Come here,” he growled, gathering her to him and lifting her off the edge of the large tub.
She gave him a sexy smile. “Turnaround is only fair.”
“Not tonight.”
He kissed her deeply, slowly, the taste of him on her lips making his arousal spike like a jolt of electricity. He guided her into the tub and settled her on his lap, facing him.
“You are so lovely, Devony.” He leaned in and kissed her, taking his time to explore every nuance of her sweet mouth.
He cupped her face in one hand, while his other stroked her soft skin. Herglyphsfelt hot and alive under his fingertips, and he indulged in an unhurried exploration of every arch and flourish.
“So soft.”
Her breast filled his hand, the nipple puckered and taut between his thumb and finger as he rolled it just enough to wring a heated, broken cry from her lips. Her spine arched, thrusting her forward like an offering. He bent down so he could kiss all the places his hand had been, teasing the rosy peaks of each breast while his fingers slid into the water to stroke between her legs.
Rafe had no restraint. Not with her. She made him crave too much. Things he didn’t deserve. Things he didn’t dare permit himself to consider.
Like another hot taste of her blood.
The first had been out of necessity. Now he craved more. God help him, he craved everything about her.
