My words seem to electrify him. A growl resounds from beneath his helm, and he drifts his hands over the curve of my waist to my hips. We’re so close to the spray of the shower, and I push away from him, walking backward and holding him with my gaze.
The water rushes over me, plastering my hair to my face and soaking through the thin pink dress I’m wearing. Ezryn’s palms press on the wall and the glass pane, trapping me.
I run my hands along the dress as it clings to my curves. The outline of my breasts is visible, and the helm’s gaze is laser focused on them.
“Come into the water with me, Ezryn.”
He does.
His hands tear the soaking dress up over my body. Watertingsoff his metal helm. I stroke along his collarbone, his muscular shoulders, clutch his biceps. I’m as starving for his touch as he is for mine.
He cups my breast and moans. The cool metal drops to the crook of my neck as he rocks his hips against mine. Through the towel, his hard length juts forward, pressing against me. Now it’s my turn to moan.
“Get rid of this. Now. Right now.” I tug on the towel.
He laughs, then hooks his fingers under the fabric. I push back so I can get a better view.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I cross my arms. “Come on, don’t make it weird. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
Now I’ve done it. He takes his hands away from the towel and instead leans over me. “A long time?”
A flush spreads across my face. How can I tell him the first time I saw him sitting at the dining table in Castletree, I pictured him throwing me over it? “I mean, a respectable amount of time that is not at all creepy or weird.”
“Don’t worry.” He takes my hand and guides it over his bulging length hidden by the towel. “I’ve been thinking of you for a long time.”
I gasp, caressing the hardness. “You saw me when we were in the Below.”
“I could pass a thousand seasons staring at you and never have my fill of your beauty. I want you when the cherry blossoms fall in spring, and during the balmy nights of summer. I want you on a forest floor filled with autumn leaves and shivering in winter’s snow.”
My hands tighten around his length. “Then take off your damn towel.”
He drops it with a wet thunk, and I intake a deep breath. Ezryn stands before me, completely bare except for his helm. The massive cock between his leg bobs, and a stream of water runs down its length.
Our hands are over each other in a moment: my lips on his shoulder, the steady stream of water beating over us, his steel hardness in my hand.
He groans and dips his head to my breasts. I shiver at the cold metal pressing against my nipples. Then he makes an agitated growl. “I crave the taste of you.”
His huge hand cups the apex of my thighs before I have a chance to respond. I cry out and grind against him.
“You’re so beautifully wet for me, Baby Girl,” he murmurs. “I want you to come around my fingers.”
“Yes, yes!” My lips give way to teeth as I bite his shoulder. Two large fingers press against my entrance before sinking deep. My grip tightens on his cock, and I stifle my cry against his skin.
Bursts of pleasure erupt through my core as he curls his fingers inside me. My pace increases along the length of his cock. I clutch it for dear life, barely hanging on through the rush of ecstasy.
“Ezryn,” I gasp, “if you keep—”
“If I keep what?” The fingers buried in me whorl and pulse, and his other hand snatches my dripping hair and pulls.
The sensation sends my climax roiling over me like the pulsing waterfall; I collapse against him, my heart near feeling like it will take flight from my chest.
“So good, Baby Girl,” he murmurs. “You’re so good for me.”
He holds me up by my waist, and I lean against his chest, blinking tears and water out of my eyes. His cock is pressed against my lower belly, and I pull myself tighter against him. It’s so hard and thick … I find myself drifting down to my knees.
“What are you doing?”
