I take a deep breath, savoring how good it feels to have him so close. Even through the water, I can feel the unique heat of him against my skin.
“You must be drained after today,” Zane murmurs quietly while his fingers idly trace patterns along my arm.
I hum to myself, eyes closed. “Not as much as I expected.”
“You’re saying you have more fight in you?”
An amused huff escapes from me. “Not fight, necessarily.”
“No?”
The faintly teasing lilt to his words sends a small thrill through me, and I lean back a little more. “I’m too relaxed for that.”
Zane hums at that, sounding pleased while he rests his hand against my stomach, gentle in the way he caresses me. “Good…I think we could both use a break from conflict.”
A shiver travels through my body when I feel his lips pressing against the side of my neck, and it sparks heat through me. I try to ignore it in favor of enjoying the peace between us, but as his lips linger, leaving more small affections on my skin, it becomes impossible.
Through the bond, Zane reacts immediately, responding with heat of his own.
He hums again, tone faintly amused now. “I see…you don’t have any fight left, but just enough energy for something else, right?”
Feeling called out, I huff a quiet breath, but I don’t deny it. “One of those things sounds significantly more enjoyable.”
“You’re not wrong,” Zane says, slowly sliding his fingers down my body beneath the water. He’s teasing at first, narrowly missing where I want him in favor of brushing along my inner thigh.
Not realizing I’ve been holding my breath, I sigh, bristling slightly at being denied.
To this, he chuckles and continues to tease. “Don’t like that, huh?”
“Evidently not,” I mumble, annoyed yet still wanting more.
Amusement lingers in his touch, and I can see his grin in my mind.
“Don’t be like that,” Zane muses, kissing my neck slowly while he finally makes contact, making me arch a bit as the sensations register. His tongue brushes against my skin. “Better?”
I melt into it, focusing on his fingers slowly gliding over me with purpose now, adding enough pressure to make me squirm.
Swallowing hard, I nod. “Yes…”
Satisfied now, Zane gently nips at my jaw. He traces over my clit, using his opposite hand to guide my thighs apart more.
“Then let me give you what you need,” he murmurs, easing his fingers inside me now.
My breath catches, immediately filled with warm, fluttery feelings. Leaning fully against him now, I tip my head back, body arching for him.
Before I know it, my moans and panted breaths are filling the bathroom while steam from the bath lingers in the air around us.
Zane draws me closer to the edge with every stroke of his fingers inside me, barely restraining himself as the hard imprint of him presses against my back.
“You’re always so responsive to me,” he says, voice a little more hoarse now.
I can’t even think of a response while he has me like this, curled back and suspended in the moment while he keeps me on the brink.
“That’s it…I want to feel it when you finish for me.”
The words send a ripple of need through me, well aware of what he’s doing.
But I don’t want to finish yet…and I don’t want to wait.
