“A nereidjust out of the water,” he turned her to rest his back on his chest while sliding his hands under her arms to cup her breasts and massaged them.
Her head fell onto his shoulder while one arm lifted to sink her fingers into his hair. “You feel so good.”
His lips coasted over her skin, seeing the soft, tender spots that made her moan and shiver. Her hips were unconsciously writhing against his increasingly thickening length. He bore the sweet ache of it until he could not hold it much more.
“I can’t wait any longer to have you,” he murmured in her ear. “Get on the bed for me.”
She turned but did not take a step to the bed; instead, she kissed his chest, traced her tongue over the flat disc of his nipples, and slowly sank to her knees while kissing along the way.
She moved like a water nymph he’d seen in her as she had exited the bathing room, her chestnut hair a cool silken wave over his skin as she sank naturally between his legs.
Then she set her mouth on him and bit back a growl as she began to pleasure him. Almost instantly, he felt swept off to sea; each tide pulled him deeper and deeper into an ocean of pleasure. Twining his hands in her hair, he simply rested his hand there, not guiding or controlling her at all.
A curse left his mouth.
She placed kisses along the throbbing length, determined to show him pleasure he’d never known before.
Yet as Cedric watched Ariadne on her knees before him, her lips skimming so sweetly along his rod, he felt pushed to the limits of his self-control; surely a man could not expire from sheer want.
“Enough,” he said roughly.
Pulling her to her feet, he lifted her onto the bed and gently lifted his big body over her. Taking her lips in a hard kiss, he murmured against her skin. “I want you so damned much. Do you know that?”
“Now I do,” she said while sliding her hands up his back.
Bracing himself on his arm, he started kissing and kissing and kissing her, her lips, her skin, her breast, her belly. Ariadne, however, was having none of his hovering above her.
She pulled him down, and he hissed as they met skin to skin; the closeness, the bliss felt like perfection. He kept on his missionto kiss every inch of her, and getting to his knees, he shifted her over onto her belly, smirking at her cry of shock
Kneeling in the cradle of her legs, he swept her hair off her back and dropped his lips onto her delicate shoulder, her skin as unblemished as alabaster.
His lips trailed down the back of her neck, taking his time, savoring the feel and scent of her as he made his way down the supple curve of her spine.
“You’re shivering, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Of course, I am,” her words were breathy. “You’re kissing my backside.”
He chuckled against the dip of her back, right over the curve of her bottom. Beastly, he set his teeth against her rounded buttock. Her squeak of surprise melted into a moan as he sat on his haunches and rested his hand on her bottom.
With no intention, his hand came down on her plump flesh. The spank rang through the room, and Cedric dragged his hand away, an apology ready on his lips….
Then she moaned.
Chapter Thirty-One
The soft sting of the slap began to fade when Ariadne realized she did not mind it—at all. Cedric’s callused hand rubbed softly on her tender flesh, and she appreciated the almost apologetic motion.
His body bent over her, “Do you want more, Ariadne?”
The word left her mouth. “Yes.”
The spanking started moderately and increased in tempo; he concentrated the blows on the spot where her plump bottom met her thigh, each strike sending a spark straight to the pool of warmth in her loins. All she felt was heat and a desperate longing. She needed more.
God, she needed something. Something only her Cedric could give her.
As if he had sensed her unspoken desires, her fingers trailed down between her cheeks and touched her wet core. She moaned again, too tired to hold anything in.
When he rubbed her bold little pearl, she gasped his name at the spike of pleasure. He swallowed the breathless cries of her climax as his fingers delved deeper into her lushness.
