“You kissed me,” I giggle.
He blinks, water dripping from his wet lashes. “I kissed you.”
“Well, are you going to again?”
“What?”
“Kiss me?”
He lets out a breathy laugh. My hands find their way to his face, tracing his sharp jawline, savoring the feel of his stubble against my fingertips. His lips are warm and soft, moving in sync with mine as if we’ve been doing this for years.
“What changed?” I murmur.
“I’m tired of being afraid,” he says. “I want that bravery you offered. I want you.”
“I want you too.”
He pulls me against him, and his hard cock presses against my stomach. I can’t help but reach down and touch it, feeling the silken steel beneath my palm as I slide up, up, up. “Oh, Baby,” I say, noticing my own bit of Dayton confidence. “You feel so good.”
He doesn’t reply in anything more than gasps and moans. His head tilts back, his eyes close, and he offers a contented smile as I stroke him.
Then he surges toward me, capturing me in a hard kiss. Every inch of my body is on fire, the water almost scalding. Our kiss grows more intense, more passionate, as if we’re trying to convey all the emotions we’ve kept hidden for so long.
When we finally break apart, gasping for breath, our foreheads still pressed together, I feel tears streaming down my face. This is what I’ve wanted, what I’ve dreamed about, but now that it’s happening, I’m afraid it’ll disappear like a mirage.
Farron brushes the tears away with his thumb, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt. Without saying a word, he picks me up in his arms and carries me out of the bath. My legs wrap around his waist. Sometimes I forget how strong the Autumn Prince is because he’s always so gentle, always so ready to follow the other princes’ lead.
But it’s just him and I. And Farron’s in complete control.
He lifts me with ease, as if I were no heavier than a rag doll. Then he tosses me on the bed. My breath surges with the movement and the power of his stance. He stands before me, naked and glistening with water.
Well, naked except for the thorn choker around his neck. There are some things you can’t strip away completely.
“Listen, Rosalina.” His voice carries an air of dominance. “In this room, there is just you and me. There’s no one else. So right now, you are mine.”
“I’m yours,” I echo, feeling the sensation light through me.
“Remember what I said about the rain?” A smile curves up his face. “I think licking bathwater off your skin will be just as pleasant.”
I run my hands over my curves, empowered by the confidence he’s given me. He lowers himself, and our tongues dance together in a wild, passionate rhythm as we explore each other’s mouths.
“Now, there’s something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time,” he says as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.
The sensation is electric, and I moan in pleasure as he sucks and nibbles on my breasts. His arousal grows against my palm as I stroke his long length again.
Farron pulls back slightly, eyes flashing with wildness. “I need all of you, Rosalina. Is that something you desire?”
The answer is so clear. “Yes, I do.”
His eyes darken. “Show me.”
I spread my knees, revealing my slick entrance.
A growl sounds in his throat, and I feel a shift in his demeanor.It’s his. I’m his.
He drags his hand down my breast and over my stomach to grip my thigh. “Do you know what I think when I see that pussy?”
“What?”
