The temptation to take her by the hips, to pull just far enough away to find her, to enter her, to take her hard and fastright nowwas so overwhelming, I shook with it.
But a moment later, I was glad to fight the battle.
“Donavyn,” she gasped, taking my face in her hands. “I need to getclean.”
I grunted. “Who’s giving orders now?”
She snorted and I smiled down at her, but didn’t let her loose as she expected, my hips and thighs keeping her pressed to thatstone so she couldn’t move. Instead, I reached to the little ledge at the side of the bath and picked up the cake of soap, holding it under the stream of water for a moment, before I arched back to put space between our chests, but kept myself against the hot seam of her, painting her body in the slick, gleaming bubbles from the soap.
She locked eyes with me, her pupils dilating, as I started at her shoulders and collarbones. Unable to resist, I broke eye-contact to watch myself soap one breast, then the other. She bit her lip and I shuddered, but snapped the leash on my desire tight, then followed the faint lines of her abdominal muscles down until there wasn’t room enough between us for my hand gripping the soap.
Her hips rolled as she tried to lean back, but I wouldn’t give her the space. We locked eyes again and I smiled, then pulled her slick, soapy body against mine and cupped her ass with one hand and turned her so I leaned back against the wall and she was under the water.
I tried to focus on soaping up her back and hair, but it was too hard.Iwas too hard.
Muttering complaints, I set her back on her feet, stepping into her space, holding her against me as I put her back to the stream and squatted at her feet.
If she needed to be clean, I’d get her clean. Then I’d dirty her all over again.
When I cupped the back of her calf with one soapy hand, running it up and down her leg, she leaned back, arching and I was presented with a choice.
“Widen your stance,” I ordered, my voice gruff with stifled need.
Her head jerked up and she looked down at me, eyes widening when she saw the pure hunger in mine. But shenodded quickly, then braced both hands on my shoulders, and did as I asked, shifting her feet to the edges of the tub.
Breath rasping and chest swelling with each inhale, I soaped up my hands again and ran both up and down the insides of her legs, then the outsides, then I handed her the soap and instructed her to wash her hair as I curled hands around her legs and ran them under the water, up and down, from her ass to her ankles, making sure every last slick bubble was rinsed off.
New bubbles and spatters poured down when she let her head sink back, her lathered hair now under the stream. For a few seconds, still kneeling between her feet, I looked up and was treated to the sight of my mate’s naked, shining body, gleaming and clean, arched back, her elbows high, and breasts pert as she rinsed her hair under the stream of water.
“Holyfuck,”I breathed, begging God to forgive me for the curse, butdear Lord,she was stunning.
When she put the soap aside and lifted her head, looking down at me with a sparkling smile, I didn’t hesitate. I grasped her ass in both hands, holding her to me as I laid my tongue to that sweet, warm flesh where the rest of my body ached to be.
Bren’s hands clapped to my shoulders and her hips flexed as I found her and licked, then sucked, then licked again.
“Donavyn…”
With each new stroke and lave, her breath caught and her fingers slid into my hair, holding me to her and guiding me.
When her knees began to shake, I braced an arm under her ass to take her weight, then inserted a finger as well, beckoning her climax over and over until she panted my name and her body arched.
Mouth full of her, I couldn’t speak, but begged her in the bond.
‘Come for me, beautiful.’
‘Donavyn, I… I…”
‘Just let go. I’ve got you. I’ll hold you. Let go. Come for me.’
Whimpers broke in her throat, and her body quivered. Then she snapped, arching back. She froze in that electric pose and I braced to hold her as she cried out, my name echoing on the stone walls, dampened by the hush of water and steam.
The moment she slumped, I growled and pushed to my feet, holding her so her shaking knees wouldn’t give out, sweeping her up—almost forgetting to turn off the water as I pulled her out of the bath and grabbed a towel.
I was halfway through drying her body, murmuring to her all the things I still planned to do to her, when her wits returned.
She grabbed the end of the towel and began to mop my chest and shoulders with it, smiling up at me with eyes still slightly glazed.
But when we were mostly dry, I lost patience, throwing the towel aside and gathering her in, she reached for me and stroked, opening her mouth to take my kiss—but with her hand on my aching flesh, I had to fight for control. I froze, mouth open, hovering over hers, body tensing and trembling, our breaths rushing, mingling.
