“Where are we going?” she whispered.
“To get you clean.” I kissed her temple. “And make you dirty again.”
Her laugh came out soft and wicked, and it did things to my already recovering body.
The cave entrance sat at the far edge of the village, a dark opening in the mountainside. I ducked inside, my dragon vision adjusting to the darkness. The passage sloped downward, the air growing warmer with each step.
“I can’t see anything,” Adele said.
“I’ve got you. Trust me.”
“I do.”
Those two words settled into my chest, simmering like the brightest flame.
The passage opened into a series of chambers, each one containing pools of varying sizes fed by underground hot springs. Steam rose in ghostly wisps, carrying the scent of heated stone and clean water. During the day, villagers would gather here to bathe and socialize, but at this hour, we appeared to be alone.
I carried her deeper, past the main pools to a smaller chamber in the back, intimate and private, with a single pool fed by a steaming waterfall trickling down the far wall.Moonlight filtered through a crack in the ceiling high above, creating shifting patterns on the water’s surface.
Stone steps led down into the pool, and someone had left fresh towels stacked on a natural ledge, along with various soaps and oils in small containers.
“It’s beautiful,” Adele breathed.
I climbed into the pool and sat, settling her on my lap.
“Let me bathe you,” I said. “Turn?”
She shifted in my lap, presenting me with her back, and I gathered her hair and draped it over one shoulder, exposing the graceful curve of her spine. I started washing, my hands moving in slow circles across her back, kneading tense muscles until she released small sounds of pleasure.
My cock was hardening again, pressing against her, and she definitely noticed because she rocked back, teasing me.
“Behave,” I said, though my voice lacked any real authority.
“Why?”
“Because I’m trying to take care of you.”
“Maybe I want you to take care of me in other ways.”
I groaned, my hands stilling on her waist. “You’re making it very hard for me to remain practical.”
“But what a way to go.”
I laughed and pulled her back against my chest, wrapping my arms around her. “Turn back around. I’m not done yet.”
She shifted to face me again, and I took my time washing her breasts, her belly, her hips. Each touch was as much about learning her as cleaning her. The way she shivered when I stroked the underside of her breasts. The hitch in her breathing when my thumbs circled her nipples. The way her head fell back when I trailed my fingers along her innerthighs.
“Raoul,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I need?—”
“I know what you need, sweet, and I’m going to give it to you.” I ran a fingertip across her lower lip. “Right now, this tremble tells me you’re still humming from the last orgasm. That you’re still needy.”
She shivered, her body pressing closer in the water. “Maybe.”
“No maybe about it.” I kissed her softly, then pulled back. I grinned, feeling my dragon side stir again, possessive and hungry. “Turn around again. I missed a spot.”
