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His lips are back on mine and I take that as a yes. I want this. I want him and my body is very much onboard with the sensual promises his touch offers my senses. A rush of heat pools between my thighs as if to prove a point.
Nimble fingers slip beneath the lapels of my robe. Frankly, I don’t know how it stayed on when the sash came untied, but I’m glad it did. The feel of his hands working under the soft material is utterly divine.
He pulls the sides open and peels the silk from my body, discarding it in a puddle of red at our feet.
“I was hoping to see this on you in our bedroom sometime.” His lips move over mine as he leans in and whispers to me. A beast of a man like him should be rough and growling, but here, shut off from the outside world, he’s tender.
He finds the hem of my gown next and silently pulls it over the top of my head. It joins the robe and in that one movement, my dirtiest secret is revealed.
He notices. Big time. And that wolfish grin I’ve only seen a time or two comes out to play over his lips.
“No panties?”
Heat creeps onto my face. “No bra either,” I purr. “If you’d been by my rooms more often, you’d find I prefer to sleep with nothing between the sheets and me.”
Slowly. Ever so freaking slowly that it has to be the worst form of torture, he leans in and sinks his teeth around a hard tip. And bites.
Nerve endings no man has ever touched instantly ignite with the intensity of a lightning bolt. Electricity zings straight to my clit forcing me to arch into his hungry mouth.
My entire body trembles not in fear, but in anticipation.
Sweet, delicious soul-consuming anticipation.
My head falls back, and I let him feast on my body. “De La Rosa, what do you plan on doing to me?”
CHAPTER 7
BELLA
Powerful fingers dig into the flesh of my ass possessively. Lips come over my pulse point and the second the tip of his tongue strokes over my skin I want to melt into him.
Suddenly he steps away from me. His soaked shirt lands on top of my discarded gown right along with his shoes and pants.
Muscles, tattoos and an array of scars cover a beautiful masculine body that has taken a devastating amount of pain. I can see it in the burn scars, healed-over bullet holes and what look like healed knife wounds over taut pecs.
“What happened to you, Valerian?” I trace the pad of my finger over part of the scar that runs from the side of his face, down his shoulder and around his back. I circle him and he lets me take in everything about him.
He’s made for leading others. Powerful legs, strong wide shoulders made for carrying the burdens of many and an aura of danger that speaks both of death and protection. At least to me anyway. He’ll drop bodies yet I’ve seen him protect the innocent with my own eyes.
I place a kiss between his shoulder blades. He shudders under the slight warmth of my lips. I walk to the edge of the glowing sitting pool. In the bottom is a long bench where you can sit with your body submerged. On the other end is another bench. That one is above the water but with another statue of Aphrodite’s marble lover, Ares, offering a mist of water over the bathers like an indoor waterfall. It’s gloriously beautiful.
“I like it when you say my name.” Warm arms come around me and settle just below my breasts. His thumb strokes the tender flesh, causing my clit to throb with need.
I rest my head against his shoulder and arch my back. In tune with my silent desires, Valerian wraps strong fingers around the heavy weight of my breasts.
I moan and sigh heavily. Between us his thick cock teases me with what I really want.
“So many people call me the Beast. Hearing my given name is a gift I didn’t know I needed.”
“Valerian,” I breathlessly whisper.
“You belong to me, Bella. I want you so deeply it hurts to the core of my being.”
He eases us into the water and glides us to the bench in the middle of the blue shimmering bath. Heat envelops us and the chill of the night fades.
Vines grow from lattice molded into arches over the indoor sitting pool. Tiny pink and yellow flowers reach from their perch, stretching for the water. If I squint my eyes just right they look like stars in an emerald sky.
“Wrap your legs around my waist and lay back in the water. Let it warm your body, little rose.”
