Elyssara pulls her lips away from his cock.
“I’m not done yet, my love. Where can we lie down?”
Kael’s hand finds hers, but he doesn’t move. Not yet. His eyes land on her body, pushing her hair over her shoulder to reveal her breasts, heavy and throbbing. A low, appreciative hum rumbles through his chest.
“My perfect girl,” he praises in that rich, gravelly timber that turns her molten.
His eyes descend further, taking in every dip, every curve, every hollow. Taking her in like she’s a masterpiece made to his exact taste.
He leans in, and a whisper drifts to her ear. “I’d like to fuck you now, Elyssara.”
She huffs a laugh, pressing him away with a gentle palm to his chest. “I’d like to fuckyounow. And we both know I always get what I want.”
A rich laugh tears from his throat. And the sound is fucking beautiful. Not because he laughed, but because it’s honest.
“Come,” he murmurs.
He guides her deeper into the bathhouse, away from the constant rush of the stonefall. The roar of falling water fades behind them, replaced by a quiet that feels almost sacred.
The passage opens into a secluded chamber.
Animal furs blanket the stone floor in thick layers, swallowing the cold beneath her feet. Hundreds of candles burn in carved alcoves, their amber glow warming the rock until the chamber feels less like a cave and more like a refuge hidden beneath the city.
Kael releases her hand.
“Lie down,” Elyssara murmurs, her voice part-command, part-breathy whisper.
She does not feel like a woman standing before her lover. She feels like a force choosing where to descend.
“As you wish, my love,” Kael obeys with a smirk, lowering himself to the furs, his long, hard cock still glistening.
Elyssara’s mouth goes dry at the sight—all hard lines and corded muscle. Inked skin and sharp edges.
He drags his hand through his slick chocolate waves, breathing already ragged in anticipation. He intertwines his fingers behind his head, biting his lower lip as he takes her in like he’s branding every inch of her to his memory.
“Lower your arms,” she commands, voice firmer now. Like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it.
Because if she’s learned anything from Kael, it’s that shame has no place in love.
“I am yours to command,” Kael smirks, lowering his arms immediately.
Elyssara lowers to her knees beside him. She leans all the way down to his face, voice a seductive purr. “I want you to remember who you belong to, Kael.”
And she straddles his face, thighs spreading wide to lower herself down to his mouth.
Kael’s mouth kicks up in a devilish smirk, his muscled arms reaching behind her thighs to pull her lower and lock her into place. “It would be my fucking pleasure.”
For one suspended heartbeat, he barely moves.
His hands spread wider across the backs of her thighs, thumbs dragging slow arcs against her skin like he’s grounding himself in the feel of her. Like he’s memorizing this.
Steam curls between them. Candlelight flickers gold across his face. Across the sharp cut of his jaw. Across the devotion written plainly into the ocean-lightning of his eyes.
And then his gaze lifts fully to hers. Not hunger first. Not possession.Reverence. Like she is something sacred lowered willingly into his hands.
A slow breath leaves him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, voice wrecked before he’s even touched her.
