A blush rises in her cheeks, a delicious shade of rosy pink. “You’ll make me answer you?” she asks, pressing her body against mine, her breasts brushing my chest. “I think you know what I’d like to do.”
I grin down at her, my nose so close to hers I can feel the warmth of her breath. “Details, Princess. I want to hear it.”
“Fine then. I want to make love to you until dawn breaks. I want to give you my body and take yours for my own, knowing it could be our last night together.”
I let out a hum of approval as I draw her into a kiss. She’s so soft, her scent sweet and delicate, and the idea of my filthy body defiling her makes shame flicker through me. I pull back, heat flooding my face as embarrassment washes over me.
“I’m filthy. Let me clean up first,” I insist as she tries to pull me back toward her. My words finally sink in—or maybe it’s my stench—because she steps back.
“Of course. I’m sorry, Kieran. I should have known you’d want a bath. You’re being treated like an animal in that prison.”
She leaves my side and walks into her bathroom. I follow without a word as we approach the large clawfoot tub. Of course the crown princess has indoor plumbing, a luxury that is rare in most homes. She turns the tap and begins filling the tub, pouring in scented soaps until frothy bubbles rise.
After she finishes with the bath, she turns back to me. There’s a quiet resolve on her face as she asks, “Can I wash you? I just… I want to take care of you, Kieran.”
I dip my head in silent agreement and begin tugging off my dirty, bloodied clothes. The warm water stings my healing wounds, and I hiss as I lower myself into the heated tub.
The water is deep enough, and the bubbles ample enough, that most of me is covered. I expect Gen to kneel beside me, but when I look over my shoulder she’s shedding her own clothes before slipping into the bath as well. The water sloshes over the rim, making a mess of the marble tiles. She reaches back to turn off the tap, then faces me with a washcloth in hand.
“I wasn’t expecting you to join me, Gen. The water will be dirty from me.”
She huffs softly. “That doesn’t matter. I need to be close to you, and I’m not going to miss an opportunity to join you in this tub.”
Legs outstretched, she settles across from me, and I feel my cock twitch awake at the contact, at the way her breasts bob beneath the warm bubbles.
Slowly, she leans forward with the washcloth and begins wiping it across my skin. Her bare body glides against mine in a tantalizing rhythm as she works the bubbles over me. Fuck, how have I lived without her touch? How can I die knowing how much time we lost?
She bathes me with a tenderness and attention that makes my heart ache. It’s as if she’s memorizing every part of me, storing up this precious time for the moment when it’s gone for good.
Her hands slide to my shoulders, turning me so my back rests against her front. She massages her fingers through my hair, scraping gently down the nape of my neck. Frothy water pours down my shoulders before she turns me again, guiding me back until my head rests against the edge of the tub.
I let my eyes fall closed, her touch soothing me, until I hear the soft slap of the washcloth hitting the floor. Gen’s hands take over where the cloth left off, exploring and memorizing every part of me, from my forehead down to the tips of my toes. The slow, deliberate mapping of my body under her palms has me growing greedy for her touch on the one part of me she’s avoided.
Finally, Gen’s hands wrap around my aching cock, pumping firmly enough to drag a groan from my lips. She teases the tip before sliding her hands down to the base, the slick soap making her strokes threaten to unravel the last thread of composure I’m clinging to.
I lose the restraint I’ve been trying to hold onto and bring my hands to her hips, rocking her forward so my cock grazes her bare clit. My grip tightens on her ample ass as Gen sloshes water over the edge of the tub, rubbing herself along my length.
“I’ve never done this in the water,” she says breathlessly.
“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
She reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock, her grip sure as she gives a quick shake of her head. “No. Show me.”
I haven’t even touched her slit yet, but she’s already shifting into position, my cock nudges against her sweet heat. Water isn’t conducive to this, especially with the tub’s sides restricting our legs, but she’s already so wet for me that she lowers herself onto my shaft, her core taking me in as she moves with shallow thrusts.
“Fuck me, Gen—you don’t need any instruction. You’re perfect, Princess.”
She gives me a smirk, though her heavy-lidded eyes can’t hide the lust burning there. The shallow cant of her hips grows more exploratory, more desperate, and I meet her rhythm, water sloshing over the edge with every movement.
Our fit is tight, and I’m still not fully seated in her. I don’t know how much more I can take in this position as Gen steadily notches me deeper.
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore, and I lift her off my throbbing cock as I stand. Gen lets out a soft cry of surprise as I grab a towel to dry us. Then I pull her into my arms, her ass in the air, and carry her from the tub into her bedroom. I let her fall onto the bed with a gentle thump before caging my body around hers.
Gen spreads her legs, welcoming my hips as I slide home, fully sheathing myself in her tight core in one stroke.
We both gasp at the shock of it, the perfection of our joined bodies, and I take in the sight of her naked form beneath me, my cock buried deep.
“Kieran!” My name breaks from her lips like a plea as I pull out, only to drive into her again and again. Her hands grip my back, fingers digging in, and from the strength of her hold I know she’llleave marks. I welcome them. Ineedthem—need to be branded by this woman who holds my heart, who I may very well lose again in only two days’ time.
