Offended, he met my gaze. “What do you take me for?”
“A rogue? The butcher of lords and ladies?”
Grabbing my good arm, he pressed it against his chest. “As if you haven’t wanted this, too.”
Oh, he had me there. Taking my time, I traced every inch of his tattoo, feeling the hard muscles in his chest. My fingers brushed the deep scar on his side, and I followed its line down to his hips.
Exhaling, I leaned my head back, closing my eyes as he pulled me closer, planting kisses down my chest and breasts before biting at my nipples. Wrapping an arm around my lower back, he tugged at the last scrap of fabric guarding my modesty and pulled it off.
Pushing my legs apart, his fingers danced up my thigh and brushed my opening. Heat and desire rushed through me. I tightened my legs around his waist and grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand back between my legs.
He obeyed, running his hand across my entrance before plunging two fingers inside.
I gasped, back arching. Knitting my fingers into his hair, I glanced down to see him flash a sly smirk before he returned to exploring my body with his mouth.
Contorting under the pleasure, my foot slipped on the smooth stone floor. Realizing the water was much deeper but a pace away, I twisted away from him, pulling us both off balance. Distracted, he followed me, losing his footing and slipping into the deep endwith me.
Seth grasped my injured arm as we dipped below the surface and pulled us both back up. Scowling, he cradled my broken wrist and flipped his wet hair out of his eyes.
“Why did you—”
A giggling fit took me. Set, the son of a god, who hated getting his hair wet.
His scowl twitched into a smile. Grabbing my waist, he pulled me toward the wall, where the water was shallow enough to stand. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hard length. He lifted me up and pressed my back against the wall.
Warm water trickled down the stone. I knitted my fingers into his waves, desperate to have him inside me. A desperation he shared. Grabbing my thighs, he wrenched them apart and pushed inside me.
A shuddering moan escaped both our lips.
“Seas,” he gasped. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”
I tried to answer, but couldn’t. Trapped against the wall with him so deep inside me, all I could do was moan.
Seth captured my lips in his, silencing me. His hand pressed against the stone wall, fingernails digging into the rock where water trickled from the ceiling into the pond.
Fire raced through my veins, too much and not enough. Every thrust left me gasping, desperate for more.
Breaking my mouth from his, I managed a single word. “Deeper.”
Hand slipping from the wall, he carried me to the pond’s edge and laid me down on the smooth floor before climbing atop me. The brief moment where we separated was agony, and I grabbed his neck, pulling him back to me.
This time, he pushed far deeper inside me, but it still wasn’t enough.
I pressed my hips to his, draping my injured wrist across his back. My other hand traced over him, mapping the hard muscles in his back, the scar trailing down his side, the myriad wounds peppering his lower back and abdomen.
So many scars. He’d teased me, saying they’d come from adragon, but now I knew the truth.
Grabbing my hand, he pulled it above my head, knitting his fingers through mine. The world faded away. There was just us, his mouth on my neck, our connection.
Seas. I’d never been fucked this hard before. His fingers entwined with mine, clenching my hand tightly. Leaning my head against his, I sought his emotions.
A whirlwind bled into my thoughts. Desire, need, relief. He’d wanted this since the night we’d shared in that cave. Craved it the night we’d spent in Naunet. Every woman he’d laid eyes on had been a blur, mere background noise he hardly paid any mind to.
All he’d ever thought about was me.
Me. The woman I’d thought worthless, undeserving of love.
My breathing came harder; his thrusts lost their steady rhythm. Pleasure bloomed through me. I never wanted this moment to end.
