“Now my home is with you,” he said simply, yet the words robbed me of my breath. “Come.”
He clasped my hand and led me across the chamber to the pool of water that was about three feet deep and five feet wide. My skin prickled with excitement over being able to scrub the sweat, stench, and dirt off me.
I untied my boots and yanked them off while Kobal worked to remove his. I went to tug the dress off before recalling the intricate buttons going up the back of it. Mewling in frustration, I nearly burned the material off me.
“Easy,” Kobal murmured as he stepped behind me.
Gathering my hair, he draped it over my shoulder before bending to kiss my nape. His warm breath on my flesh caused my pulse to skyrocket as his fingers worked to slide the buttons free. I was caught between throwing myself into his arms or leaping into the water and scrubbing myself for the next hour.
He ran a single knuckle up my spine in a massaging manner before replacing the knuckle with his thumbs. I moaned as his hands rubbed my cramped muscles. His fingers brushed the undersides of my breasts before he slid them away to push the sleeves of the dress down my shoulders.
My nipples tightened in anticipation of his touch as the dress dipped down and air rushed over my flushed skin. My breasts ached to feel his hands kneading them until I could barely stand.
“Exquisite,” he murmured in my ear.
He stepped so close that the heat of his chest branded my back. Bending over me, his body nearly enveloped mine as his mouth pressed against the marks he’d left on my shoulder. His hands pushed the dress down until the sleeves fell completely away and the top of it hung about my hips.
My body jerked and my head fell back to his shoulder when his hands settled on my stomach. They slid down, pushing the dress lower and forming a V beneath my belly button. I waited for him to slip his hands under the dress and between my thighs. Instead, his hands moved leisurely up my stomach. They brushed my breasts in a teasing manner that had my body begging for more. I couldn’t stop myself from arching toward his hands.
He chuckled before nipping at my ear. “Did you miss me inside you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
His hands fell away, and with a tug, he pulled the dress over my hips and down my legs.
“You are mine,” he stated, and I could feel the ardor of his gaze on my back.
“And you are mine,” I reminded him as I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“I’ve only ever been yours, Mah Kush-la,” he said and pulled off his pants.
The thick length of his swollen shaft stood proudly out from his body when he tossed his pants aside. The bead of precum already forming on the head of it caused me to lick my lips. I clearly recalled the taste of him, of fire and male, on my tongue.
When he stepped against me again, the heavy weight of his erection against my back caused liquid warmth to pool between my legs. My head tipped back as he lowered his mouth to kiss my forehead, nose, and briefly my lips.
His arms swept around my waist, and he carried me to the pool where he descended into the red water. A blissful sigh escaped me when the warmth of the water encompassed my cramped muscles.
CHAPTER 11
River
Kobal set me down before turning to grab the lava rock sitting at the side of the pool. “When was the last time you were in these chambers?” I asked.
“Before the humans tore open the gateway.”
Ever so carefully, Kobal ran the lava rock over my back. I would have scrubbed a layer of skin off in my impatience to get clean, but he wouldn’t leave a mark on my flesh. He set the rock down and dipped his cupped hands into the water. Lifting them, he poured water over my hair and down my back. I closed my eyes as it ran over me in red rivulets while his fingers tenderly massaged my scalp and washed my hair.
When he was done, he reclaimed the lava rock and brought it back to my skin. I gasped when his hand dipped below the water and cupped my ass while his other hand worked to wash my thighs. The hand on my ass squeezed my flesh before sliding between my thighs. I pushed back against him, seeking more of his touch.
Slowly, he slid his fingers back and forth across my aching center, spreading the wetness he had created. He kissed my shoulder as he dipped the tip of one finger inside me before pulling it out to run it over my clit in small circles. I pushed more demandingly against his hand as coiling tension began to build within me. He had only to touch me and my body became his to do whatever he asked of it.
“Always so wet for me,” he murmured.
His fangs grazed my shoulder. Reaching behind me, I wrapped my hand around the rigid length of him. I gave one long stroke before running my thumb over his head and the thick vein running up the side of his shaft. His obvious desire for me fueled my arousal to higher heights.
“Always so hard for me,” I replied.
His hips thrust into my palm before he grasped my hand and drew it away. I mewled my discontent when he brought my hand to my stomach. “Not yet,” he said.
