Page 108 of A Sunwoven Ascent

That’s not what I mean, he interrupted.

She raised a brow in response, but he only blinked before moving closer to the bath.

I want you to take those pretty fingers of yours and show me how you touch yourself.

He—

What?

Kaldrek bit down on his bottom lip, waiting.

You heard me.

Her gaze drifted lower, tracing the sharp lines of muscle at his hips, and the sight of his arousal, paired with the heady richness of his scent, nearly stole her breath.

Yes. Without question, yes.

If it was a tease he wanted, she could give him that. She craved any type of touch right now anyway. So she pushed the thought of embarrassment away and relaxed her knees, letting them rest against the sides of the tub. She slowly circled two fingers down her stomach and between her legs. A soft breath slipped free as she found the sensitive place that begged for pressure.

Kaldrek stood there, eyes wide as he gripped himself, slowly squeezing and pumping until her fingers pushed inside herself. That was when he picked up speed.

Evelyne arched in pleasure as she pictured his hands roaming across her breasts. His tongue between her thighs. His—

Oh gods, she needed him. Right now.

Kaldrek, she moaned into his mind.

That’s it. His voice sounded strained. You’re doing so well.

His praise nearly sent her over the edge. Evelyne tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she moved her fingers in deeper.

Please touch me, she begged.

“Do I need to remind you how I’ll be in command tonight? Or have you forgotten our deal?” he said aloud, his voice husky and raw.

She opened her eyes and saw him closer now. Hand still pumping himself, still looking so perfect.

He moved to the opposite side of the bath and stepped in, dragging the bar of soap gently along her legs, beginning at her ankles and taking his time. His calloused palms worked their way up her calves and thighs, the faint abrasion of his touch drawing a breathless, growing need from her.

When his hands reached higher she pulled her fingers out carefully, desperate for his touch.

“Open more for me, sweetheart. I want to see you.”

She did as he commanded and he placed the soap aside. Her breathing intensified as he softly rubbed the inside of her thighs with his thumb.

“Stop teasing me,” she moaned, and heard him laugh in response.

“This is not a tease, Evelyne. This is preparation.”

She arched her hips toward his hands as he reached her. And he pressed his large thumb to that swollen bud of nerves and rubbed. Evelyne let out a breath in satisfaction.

I fucking love seeing you like this.

His fingers slipped into her and began moving so perfectly inside her while his thumb continued the circles.

She was going to burst. Or scream, she couldn’t tell. All she knew was that her legs were shaking and her mate was biting his lip in satisfaction.

“Get over here,” he said as he slowly removed his fingers.