Page 80 of Marin’s Promise

He gave her a lazy smile. “I think ye'll find the water enjoyable.” He guided her hips toward his. The water lapped at her breasts and nipples, stimulating and enticing.

She sank onto him and the entire length of him slid deep inside her. Bran groaned with the same appreciation for the bliss of their joining. His hands cupped her bottom and he drew her snuggly against him. She put her hands to the dampness of his powerful chest to better keep her balance. “Show me what to do.”

He nudged her hips back and then rocked her forward again. “Like that, aye?”

The movement rubbed at her swollen bud. She gasped and nodded, understanding immediately what he wanted in this new position.

* * *

Bran cradled Marin to him,their pelvises fitting perfectly together. She was tight where she sheathed him, exquisite. Her wet skin was slippery against his hands and glossy in the firelight.

He guided her hips backward and the water swirled around them. A gasp escaped Marin's parted lips. She watched him with half-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed from their intimate games.

Marin shifted her hips forward on her own.

“Aye, like that,” Bran said raggedly.

The next couple rocks of her hips were hesitant while she learned the motion. Bran clenched his teeth to stave off the rising swell of climax. Sweat prickled at his brow. Marin arched herself forward and braced her hands on his shoulders, her moves growing more confident. Her lashes fluttered and he knew she'd not only found the rhythm, but the exact spot she'd needed.

She had the power and she knew what to do with it. Exactly as he’d anticipated she would.

He growled in approval and slid his hand up her narrow waist to where her breasts bounced near his mouth. Too tempting to ignore.

Water churned around them beneath the surface where they were joined together, heightening the pleasure of it all. They were light in the water, buoyant. Bran pushed against the rising tide of release threatening to overwhelm him. By God, he would not come yet.

Her hands gripped his shoulders harder and her breath came faster. He cupped her bottom once more and pumped into her as she rubbed over him again and again. Bran's breath hissed from between the clench of his teeth. Water splashed over the sides of the tub. Her pace increased.

She slammed down hard on top of him and her sheath clenched him in so powerful a grip, his own crises tore from him. She tossed her head back and cried out with abandon while he roared at the ferocity of his own release.

Flashes of white danced in front of his vision as his entire body succumbed to pleasure.

When at last the waves of euphoria finally ebbed and trickled away, he opened his eyes to find Marin watching him with a wicked smile curving her lips. His cock twitched within her, eliciting a flinch of oversensitive pleasure from her. Her hair fell around her face, the golden cloud of it floating around them in the water. With her naked torso and perfect breasts rising from the choppy surface, she looked like a water nymph who slipped from the sea to slake her pleasure. The image was erotic, intoxicating. This would not be the last time they used the tub thus.

Marin blinked, slow and languid and gave a shaky exhale. “I didn't know it could be like that.”

He chuckled at that. “There are even more ways we havena tried.”

Her eyes widened and brightened; her eagerness apparent. She drew her hands from his shoulders, down to his chest and swept one finger against his tight nipple.

His release had left him highly sensitive and he sucked in his breath at the simple action.

“Will you show them to me?” Marin asked with the husky voice of a wanton. “All of them.”

“There's no' anything I'd rather do.” He glided his hands up her body to tenderly cup her face. “I was worried doing such things as this might scare ye.”

She blinked. “Scare me?”

“Ye’re a nobleman’s daughter.” He tilted his head. “It is Saturday. No’ a sanction day by the church.” He ran his hands down her body again, grasped her fine, round bottom and pushed her against his cock. “And this isna a sanctioned position.”

Marin arched with a sigh and her breasts lifted high enough for him to flick his tongue over. She shivered. “I believe I've become relaxed in my views.”

“I see that.” He drew her toward him and kissed her gently before unseating her from him. He rose from the tub and brought her the linen meant for him.

In truth, he’d been fearful of showing her such pleasures for fear she would find them to be perverse. But his Marin was a noble unlike any other. The lot of Werrick Castle seemed different than those of wealth and title Bran had associated with in his past.

He had found a lusty wife, one eager to fully enjoy the intimacies of marriage. And he was a damn lucky man for it.

He held the linen for her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he shook his head.