She wrapped her arms around his bare waist, pressing her nose into his shoulder as she just held him to her.
It felt nice. Warm. Right.
The peaceful roll of the waves along the shoreline below seemed to resemble the calm before the storm. She shivered at the thought of what was to come, the potential for devastation and war.
“Gabriel’s still in Hydria,” Sethios said softly. “Ezekiel’s staying with Skye for now, but he’ll continue to communicate via the phone he left on the nightstand.”
“Ezekiel was here?”
“Yeah, he traced in for a quick chat while you were drying off in the shower.” Sethios rested his arms over hers, his fingertip dancing along her skin. “He’s going to try to learn more from Skye about the Fates but didn’t seem too certain of his ability to coax information from her.”
Caro sighed against him. “It’s not in her nature to explain the future so much as to foresee it.”
“We need her to be a little more detailed.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean she’s capable of it,” Caro replied, moving along his back and side to face him.
His arms immediately came around her lower back, his forehead dropping to hers as they held each other in a contented silence. She understood his need, as it rivaled her own, their bodies having missed the comfort of the other for far too long.
They stood like that for a long, long time, with no words spoken between them but enough emotion to drown out even the loudest of events.
His lips found hers, worshipping her in a way that made her legs shake. But he held her upright, his tongue a benediction in her mouth that ignited her entire being.
She encircled his neck with her arms, holding on, their bodies marrying in a way that rivaled their spirits.
Each stroke of his tongue against hers grounded her even more in the present, her reformation experience subsiding beneath the memories he evoked from her mind. All those years lost between them meant nothing. They had now. They had the future. They had their daughter.
That was all that mattered to her. She sensed Sethios’s agreement through the bond. He lifted her into the air, carrying her back into the room and laying her on the bed.
Her legs spread for him, aware of his intentions.
He parted her robe and tossed his towel to the ground, then kissed a path down her body to the sweet spot between her thighs. His tongue continued that sensual assault, licking and tasting and sending her to the heavens with each skilled caress.
She’d left the knife in the bathroom with her clothes, but it didn’t matter. They didn’t need it. Because not all sex between them required pain. All they truly needed was each other.
He nibbled her clit, causing her to bow off the bed, her fingers threading through his thick, dark hair. More, she moaned into his mind.
Sethios didn’t hold back or deny her, instead giving her exactly what she wanted, and sucked her nub into his mouth while spearing her with two fingers. She fell apart in seconds, her body starved for him after so long without consistent touch.
“I love the way you taste, angel,” he whispered against her slick flesh before crawling up and over her again. He entered her without warning, his thrust causing her to cry out into his mouth as he claimed her lips in a harsh kiss.
She writhed for him.
Screamed for him.
Gave him everything.
Misted with him.
It was so erotic and beautiful and was punctuated by him biting her to send her over the edge into oblivion once more. She returned his bite, her teeth sinking into his neck and forcing him to come apart deep inside her.
He growled.
She growled back.
And their coupling turned feral in an instant, their bodies overcharged and ready to make up for years of lost time.
He slammed into her. She fought him with her thighs, squeezing him, pressing her ankles into his ass to encourage him to go harder.
