Page 295 of House Ignis

He turned as I approached.

A slow and predatory grin spread across his face.

He walked toward me, stepping out of the water completely naked, his length hard and throbbing with every step he took.

My breath hitched in my throat.

He stopped directly in front of me, looming over me with a lethal intensity.

I gazed up at him, my eyes tracing the stubble of his jaw before locking onto his silver eyes.

"Gods, you are so fucking hot in this outfit, darling," he rasped, his gaze raking over the pleated cheer skirt.

"Up."

He gestured for my arms, and I obeyed without a second thought, lifting them above my head.

He peeled the tight top off me in one fluid motion, and my nipples hardened instantly as the cool evening breeze hit my damp skin.

He grinned, his fingers reaching out to pinch the sensitive peaks, and I gasped at the sharp, electric spike of pleasure that shot straight to my core.

"Tell me you’re mine," he demanded, the words a low, possessive growl as he sank to his knees.

He looked up at me through the steam, his eyes burning with a hunger that made my brain short-circuit.

One of his hands slid up my leg, the friction of his palm searing against my skin.

Before I could even catch my breath, he turned me around with a rough, impatient strength.

He yanked my skirt down, exposing my bare ass to the cool night air and his predatory gaze.

"Say it," he commanded.

He didn't wait for the answer.

He leaned forward and bit into my ass cheek, the sharp sting of his teeth sending a jolt through my spine.

I screamed out, the sound echoing off the stone and lost in the mist.

"I’m yours," I gritted out, my fingers digging into the edge of the stone bath to keep from collapsing.

"Good little firecracker," he murmured against my skin. He shifted, his mouth opening over the mark he’d just made, sucking until I knew it would leave a dark, bruised brand for the world to see.

He spun me back around, bringing me flush against him.

He leaned in, closing his eyes as he breathed me in, a low groan vibrating deep in his chest that made my entire body thrum.

Then, his tongue flicked out, sharp and precise, before he caught my clit between his teeth in a punishing nip.

I cried out, my hands flying to his head to steady myself as the pleasure turned into something sharp and overwhelming.

He didn't let up, planting his tongue deep between my folds while thrusting three fingers inside me in one brutal, filling motion.

His other hand reached back, grabbing my ass and pulling me flush against his face.

If this was what the darkness looked like—this raw, beautiful ruin—then I would revel in it for the rest of my fucking life.

He was still on his knees on the damp grass, the steam from the water curling around us in thick, white ribbons.