He groans into my neck. “I want you…I want you to.”
I twist my wrist, sliding up and down his shaft in time with his ministrations. His tail wraps around my leg, lifting it to rest on the edge of the bath as I open myself to him further. I lean back hard, letting him hold most of my weight.
Bastian groans as I palm his head, circling once before tightening my hold on him. He grabs my chin and then his lips are on mine, feasting. His hand closes around my throat as he kisses me deeper. I moan into his mouth, letting his tongue plunder me. I relax my body into his, trusting him with all of me.
“Oh, fuck, Caitlin,” he says, his voice rough with ecstasy.
The sound of his pleasure overwhelms me, bringing intense pressure to swell in my lower belly. I’m suddenly at the edge by the sound of him alone.
I whimper incoherently, only one word really making it past my delirious lips. “Inside.”
He kisses my jaw and squeezes my throat. “What was that?”
“Inside…me,” I say. “Please, put your fingers in me.”
He growls like a hungry wolf scenting a meal. He pushes two fingers inside my pussy without warning or preparation, and the immediate stretch makes me gasp. I squeeze his dick hard, mirroring the sensation for him.
He lets out a long, grumbling sigh as he whispers, “You’re perfect.”
The pleasure bursts forth, overwhelming my senses. I cry against his lips and he breathes in the sound, mumbling more praise. I grab his wrist, holding on desperately as he breaks me in the bath.
When the orgasm finally ends, I’m not sated. I needmore. Much more.
I twist in his grasp, and he holds me up as I turn to face him. I find his lips in a drunk-like state, kissing him deeply as I lift my leg and guide him to my opening.
“Wait,” he whispers.
The shock of his rejection hits me like ice. I search his face for answers. He looks…scared.
“I need to do this the right way,” he says.
My brow furrows and I glance down between us at his cock.
“It looks like this is the right way.”
“No, Kitty.” He huffs a small laugh. “I cannot mate you standing up in the shower on opening day. There isn’t enough time, and I haven’t…prepared.”
I scowl at the word choice but try not to let disappointment fill the space where bliss once was. “Okay.”
He wraps his arm behind my back and pulls us together, squishing his erection against my stomach as he kisses me. When he draws back again, I can see the genuine compassion in his relaxed expression. “I want this. I want you. But I’m not ready.”
The last of my negativity bleeds away and I nod. I push onto my toes and peck him softly. He holds the back of my neck, not letting me escape. He kisses me with so much tenderness, his lips full of restrained yearning. I want it all, but I’m not going to force him.
I plop back to my heels and grin up at him. “Well then, if not in my pussy, where would you like to come this time?”
He grumbles pleasantly as he cups my breasts. “These are always begging for my attention.”
I chuckle. “What would it feel like for your dick to slide over your magic brand?”
His eyebrows shoot up momentarily, but he recovers from the shock, transforming it into a cocky smile. “Such degenerate thoughts, Kitty.”
“You love it,” I say as I sit on the edge of the tub—just the right height—and apply a quick swipe of soap to my cleavage.
“I do,” he says, his eyes swirl with dark magic as I work the suds across my chest.
He steps between my legs and I grab his hips, guiding his cock to fit below the swell of my breasts. Hot water slides down his scarred abs in rivulets and splatters onto my chest. He bends his knees to get the right angle, holding the back of my head as he does. I gaze up at him, and he thrusts forward, sliding his cock through my slick cleavage.
“This is a lovely sight,” he says, standing over me like a ruined god.
