He growled, a sound of pure male satisfaction. “You want this?” He seated the head of his cock at my entrance, teasing it inward before pulling back out.
“Yes,” I moaned, thrashing my head against his tight grip on my hair.
“I'm yours.” With a piston of his hips, he thrust forward, filling me completely. I cried out, my body convulsing around his length. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust to the sensation before he began to move.
He set a hard, relentless pace. Each pump drove me higher, pushed me closer to the edge. His grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place as he took me, claimed me, owned every bit of me.
“More,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with need. “I need you, Lore.”
He went faster. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the chamber, echoing off the stone walls. It was primal. Raw. Utterly perfect.
His hand slid from my hip, across my stomach, and between my thighs. His fingers found my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. I huffed out a growl, my body pulled taut, my muscles clenching around him.
“Come for me, Reyla,” he groaned, his voice rough with heat. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
My body gave way, my orgasm washing over me in waves of utter bliss. I cried out, my voice guttural, nearly feral.
He groaned, his body tensing as he found his own release, spilling himself inside me.
We collapsed back into the water together, our bodies still joined, our breathing coming in ragged pants. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his heart pounding against my back.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice soft in my ear. “More than anything in this world or the next.”
Tears pricked in my eyes, the sheer depth of emotion in his voice overwhelming me.
“I love you too,” I whispered back. “Always you.”
44
Reyla
Ibelieve I dozed. Or passed out from the pure bliss of what we’d shared. I woke still in the tub, sitting on his lap with my back to him, him tilting my head back gently while he slowly trickled water across my hair.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Washing your hair. I love it. It’s the sweetest sunshine lit with the brightest moonbeams.”
It was hard to miss his stiffening cock.
“Do you always get aroused while washing a woman’s hair?”
“Only yours,” he said with a low laugh. “You’re not complaining, are you? I believe you enjoy my cock as much as you do my ass.”
“Ido like your cock.”
“See?”
Oh, how smug he sounded. How conceited. Although, I had to admit that he had good reason to feel that way. “I screamed your name. That’s such a cliché.”
He curled around me to nibble on my earlobe. “I’m going to make sure you do it again.”
“You are, huh? What makes you think you can state that as if it’s a done deal?”
“Because you love me.”
So much. I couldn’t argue with that.
He finished rinsing my hair and ran his fingers through it, easing out the snarls.
