The reminder sits heavy in my chest. I release his cock and slip my fingers out of him, ignoring his sounds of protest, and turn him to face me. “We can do this every time I visit for the court hearings if you want to.” And now I’mhopingthe annulment takes a long time to process. That I’ll have many more opportunities like this in the future.
Alex licks his swollen lips nervously. “You say that now, but what if you forget about me as soon as you leave?”
I grin and cup his cheek. “We’re married, Alex. You’re not going to be easy to forget.”
He gazes up at me for a long moment, then demands, “Is that the hand you just had in my ass?”
A startled laugh bursts out of me as I pull away from him and dip my hand under the running water to clean it off.
While I do that, he pours soap into his own hands and begins washing me. He takes as much time and care as I did with him, though his touch is gentler. When he reaches the tattoo on my chest, he traces the mountain peak with one soapy finger. “I recognize this. Is it from something?”
“It’s the Lonely Mountain.”
His eyes crinkle as he grins at me. “Nerd.”
I arch an eyebrow and reply dryly, “If I recall, you’re the one with a Witch-king figure on his bookshelf.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t get himcarvedinto my skin. Do you have any other tattoos?” he asks, nudging me to turn around and present him with my back. He gets an answer to his question soon enough. “Holyshit. Those must have hurt.”
“I got them over a few sessions,” I explain.
He traces the lines of each individual tattoo in the row of dice lining my spine, from the d20 at the top to the d4 near the bottom. Laughing, he teases, “Does this count as a tramp stamp?” The tip of his finger is replaced with something thicker, silkier. It only takes me a second to realize he’s rubbing his cockhead along the lines of the tattoo. “I kind of want to come on it.”
“Go ahead,” I offer lightly. “You already came on my face.”
He sputters. “That was—you—!”
Before he can find the words, everything goes dark.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Alex
I hope the power doesn’t go out.It takes me a second to realize that’s exactly what happened. Since the bathroom doesn’t have windows, as soon as the overhead lights go out, we’re plunged into pure darkness. The shower continues to run, and we’ve still got hot water for now, but getting out of here safely will be tricky.
Not being able to see anything is playing weird tricks on my brain. The water hits harder. Euan’s skin feels hotter against my palms. He shifts beneath me, and I have no idea what he’s doing until strong arms embrace me.
“You okay?” His deep voice right next to my ear sends a shiver through me.
“Y-yeah.”
The sandalwood scent of my favorite soap on Euan’s skin creates a spicy, heady mixture that goes right to my head.He smells like he’s mine.And he is, isn’t he? At least for a little while. While he’s here. While we’re married. While we’re doing … whatever this is.
Whatever we’re doing, I need more.
As if he hears my thoughts, Euan obliges. One hand glides against my wet skin, drawing a path from my side up to my chest. Even once he’s moved on, the trace of his touch lingers, lighting up all my nerve endings. His hand finally stops and tightens slightly, as if he wants me to hold still for whatever comes next.
Seconds pass and nothing follows.What is he—
A new heat closes over my nipple. Wet tongue laving over the peak. A gentle scrape of teeth. Then firm suction sends a jolt of pleasure through me. My knees tremble and I instinctively reach out for something to grab on to. One hand tangles in Euan’s long, wet hair, the other slams into the shower wall. The tile is so much colder than the heat around me, making me gasp.
Euan’s hold on me tightens, keeping me upright. But then he shifts, pushing me slightly, and I can’t guess what he’s doing until my back presses against the tile. The cold at my back makes everything else feel so much hotter.
Fingertips burn a trail across my chest and back, down my side. Warm palms grip my thighs. Somehow, it feels like he’s everywhere at once.
Until he finally reaches my cock and everything else disappears. Distantly, I’m aware of him switching to the other nipple, working it up into a peak to match the first, but that seems so much further away than the large hand wrapped around my cock.
The first stroke is slow, leisurely. His warm palm caressing every inch of my shaft. His thumb circling the tip at the same speed his tongue circles my nipple.
Suddenly, he releases me—even his mouth pulls away. A noise of protest escapes me, drowned out by the running water. My hips shift on their own, seeking Euan in the darkness, but I find nothing. It’s like he’s disappeared, left me completely alone, over sensitized and hyperaware of every place he’s no longer touching me.
