Then while he has my entire undivided goddamn attention, he thrusts a finger inside me and at the same time sucks my clit with his mouth.
I surge off the ledge.
Zan’s other hand pins my hips back down again, his finger pressing into me again as I try to catch my breath.
He doesn’t let me.
The finger brushes against my inner wall in exactly that spot, and as I gasp, he scrapes his teeth over my clit again at exactly the same time.
This time the orgasm catches me by surprise, tearing through me like a flame, and it’s only Zan’s care that keeps him from biting me through it.
That’s what it is in part, I realize—the edge of danger.
Zan grins at me smugly as I come down, gently biting my inner thigh.
My core clenches around the finger still inside me, liquid leaking out of me.
“Hmm,” Zan murmurs, his breath ghosting over my entrance and making me shiver. “I suppose I shouldn’t clean you up just yet. You’re going to need that wetness in the water.”
His tone is so regretful that even though I want more of him than his tongue, I can’t help asking, “Why? Isn’t water—”
“Not lubricating,” Zan explains shortly, turning off the pipes behind me. “It will chafe. In fact, we might need—”
My hand shoots out and grabs him before he can blur into motion.
“No,” I growl.
Zan smiles. “I’m just going to get—”
“No.” He’s absolutely not leaving me like this, not even for a second. The combination of wrath at the very notion and want hit me like a lightning bolt of inspiration, and I twist my hands into a new shape.
My entrance glows faintly pink, which, okay, that’s a little weird, but—
Zan’s utter stillness at the sight of my center highlighted for him—made ready withmagicfor him—makes it worth it.
“I’m not just any woman,” I remind him.
He drags his gaze back up to mine. “No,” he says. “You’re certainly not.”
Zan straightens up and steps into the enormous pool of water first. Shakily, glad that I don’t actually need to stand up right now, I slide in after him, facing him.
I reach for him, and with a strangled snarl he gathers me on top of him like this is what glory feels like to him. Kissing me like he will never let me go, like he will kiss me like thisforever.
I slide on top of him, feeling his length between us and reach for him only for Zan to surge up and bat my hand away.
“Don’t,” he says harshly. “I’m— You don’t need to—”
“Iwantto—”
“No. I—” Zan breathes heavily.
I withdraw my hand slowly, only for him to take it in his.
He doesn’t say anything more, though.
“We only mate for the first time once, right?” I ask lightly. “Whatever you want is fine. I just... want it to be good for you, too—”
“Gods damn it,” Zan growls. “Yora, it is already—Youare already—” He shakes his head. “I want to come inside you. Ineedto. If you touch me now—”
