She tugged me down a step. I followed, helplessly, staring in awe as she pressed her palms against my bare chest. Her exploration of the curves of my shoulders and back down to my abdomen was torture. My cock hardened beneath the water.
“Lela,” my voice rasped with desire, “what is happening here?”
She coasted her soft palms up my neck to cup my face, her thumb brushing the bristles on my jaw.
“I want you, Trajan. But a part of me is afraid.”
“Then we shouldn’t.”
Her expression burned with the same fire I saw when I found her in the blood-soaked room, a triumphant goddess watching over her spoils.
“I will not give in to fear this time. It has ruled me for far too long.” She swept the pad of her thumb across my mouth. “It will rule me no longer. I want you now, Trajan.”
I closed my eyes a moment, pressing a kiss to the pad of her finger. “Then you shall have me.”
Gently, I spread my hands on her waist and turned, lifting her to one of the highest steps. “Lean back on your elbows.”
Her gaze burning into mine, she did, which thrust her breasts upward. I groaned, forcing myself to go slow. I lowered to my knees in the water, scooping my hands beneath her buttocks and lifting.
Her mouth fell open as she watched me skate my mouth up onethigh, pressing soft sweeps of my mouth to each silvery scar she’d put on herself, coasting to the other inner thigh to do the same. She bit her bottom lip, still watching as I trailed my mouth higher. Then I slid one hand between her thighs, parting her plump lips.
I licked out with my forked tongue, my dragon very present in this moment, elongating my canines as well. She sucked in a breath as I dragged my tongue along her slit. Then she groaned, eyes rolling closed as I kissed her cunt deeper—with lips and tongue and breath.
“Ah.” The first cry of pleasure escaped her lips. My cock hardened at the sweet sound. “Kiss me deeper,” she urged, rocking her cunt against my mouth.
A purring growl vibrated up my chest and throat to her swollen clitoris.
“Yes, like that,” she whispered breathily.
Ecstasy poured through me at the mere sound of her pleasure. I nuzzled my nose through her mound, wanting to drown in her scent, a constant purr rumbling in my chest. I lifted and bent one of her legs, draping it over my shoulder.
She sank her fingers into my hair, her blunt nails scraping my scalp. I groaned and growled against her clit, while she rocked against my mouth. I slid my tongue inside her with soft thrusts.
I opened my mouth over her slit and sucked softly, flicking her swollen clit.
“Gods, yes,” she breathed, letting her head fall back. “Ah!” she cried, undulating her hips with her orgasm as she fisted my hair.
I purred, opening my mouth over her entire sex, sucking at her core. A whimpered moan escaped her as I continued to lick, until her soft moans eased as she came down from her climax.
She combed her fingers through my hair while I licked every drop from her cunt.
“I’d forgotten what pleasure was like,” she whispered.
I lifted up, bracing my hands on the step outside her thighs, realizing she would have likely had sex with her betrothed, even before the wedding.
“I am glad that you had pleasure before Rome,” I told her honestly. I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. “Let’s get dried off.”
I stepped out, grunting at the painfulness of my hard cock, and dried myself quickly with toweling as I walked to my own wardrobe. As I searched for a tunic for her to wear to sleep, I heard her walk up behind me.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
She had another towel wrapped around her body, her shoulders damp.
“Finding us tunics so we can get some sleep.”
“No,” she said emphatically, taking my hand and leading me back into the bedchamber, dragging me to the bed.
When she turned to face me, determination pinching her brow, she said, “We’re not finished.”
