The longer he studies me, his pupils dilated, his lips infuriatingly quiet, the more determined I become to quench this fire within me.
Allowing him to support me, I step into the bath, turning so my left side remains closest to Stellen, as well as to the Lethian armor where it continues to float outside the bath.
The water’s temperature is perfect.
I cast Stellen a challenging glance as I lower myself into the liquid and then I slip my left leg upward, resting my ankle on the side of the bath nearest to him.
He looms over me, but his eyebrows arch.
Making sure he’s watching, I lift my right hand, raise my first and second fingers before I slide them into my mouth, taking my time wetting them.
His gazedarkens, but he doesn’t move. Still doesn’t sing to me.
Without taking my eyes off him, I angle my hand into the water, reaching for my pelvis.
I’m certain the water will be against me. Despite my show, it washes the spit off my fingers, and I expect it will have drawn away the wetness between my legs. Water is not a woman’s friend when it comes to sex.
I fight my flicker of surprise when I find my body slippery.
Oh, but his song is still working inside me.
Groaning with relief, I slide my fingers inside, burying them deep and keeping them still, testing the clench of my inner muscles around them.
My left hand grips the side of the bath, my fingers splaying and then closing again, and my head tips back as the ache eases.
And builds.
A smile plucks at Stellen’s lips as he kneels beside the bath.
I wait for his lips to part and his song to resume.
His fingertips play across the back of my left hand, tracing back and forth…back and forth…and I’m so mesmerized that I’m not sure when he starts singing again.
Only that my relief is overwhelming.
A low note reaches my ears, driving deep into my consciousness.
I don’t need to move my hand.
Moans wrench from my body, needy and gasping, intensifying the pleasure. But somehow, despite the rush of unbearable pleasure…
Release evades me.
Dear Goddess, I need release.
He lifts my free hand to his mouth, drawing my forefinger between his lips, running his tongue across its length, humming against my skin.
Wave after wave of need washes through me, bringing me to an edge I can’t seem to cross over, until I’m crying for release. “I want all of you.”
His sudden silence wrenches at me.
But his smile…far from cold.
He reaches into the bath, pulling me out with astounding ease. Water rushes off me, but I don’t feel the cold.
My fingers slip from inside me, my palms quickly finding his back as he pulls me into his arms, compelling my legs to wrap around his hips as he carries me the short distance into the bedroom.
My Lethian armor stays close, gliding seamlessly behind us, a gorgeous trail of silver glimmering at the edge of my vision, but Stellen is my focus.
