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And then it changed. The pressure increased, and our breaths mingled, rising and falling, only to rise again, coming harder and faster. His tongue slipped into my mouth. Hot and insistent.
His hands left my face for an instant and I was rewarded with the sound of his trousers falling to the floor. I didn’t give him a chance to break free of my lips, instead pulling him into the water over the tubs edge.
Alaric made an undignified sound, breaking away for a fraction of a second. And it was too much. I yanked him back to me, and his strong hands curled around my lower back, stroking me all over. His proud length brushed against me, just below my navel and my breathing hitched. I moaned. He growled in response, pushing my back up to the wall of stone on the other side of the tub.
With his feet he spread my legs apart. I shook against him. Feeling his own carnal, wild desire through his Grace. There was no pulling or pushing sensation. No. He wasn’ttryingto force the emotion into me. He couldn’t help it, and neither could I. That whisper in my mind begged to be heard and unconsciously I knew I was pushing my desire into him, too.
His left hand came up to knot in my hair, pulling hard, but not so hard that it hurt. And his other went low. Tripping down my wet body, below the water line. Lower. His fingers teased at my pubic bone. I whimpered, ready to collapse in a heap of blind, dizzying longing.
Alaric’s fingers plunged into me and I gasped. My muscles tightening. He tightened his grip on my hair, tugging to one side to kiss and nip up and down my neck. He plunged his fingers in again and again, harder, his palm massaging my clit.
I was a living pulse. My hips bucked against him and my fingers dug into the skin of his back, pulling him, urging him not to stop. I didn’t want him toeverstop. It happened all at once.So fast.And I fell, crying out my ecstasy in a long high-pitched moan.
But I wasn’t finished. When I opened my eyes and met his—burning with his own unsatiated need. I reached down, taking his hard length into my hand. His body tensed, and he bit back a groan, circling his arms around me. The corded muscles flexing.
His cock pulsed, and I ran my hand up and down the length of it, reveling in how his body shuddered against mine. Alaric grabbed hold of my wrist, stopping me, moving my arms to circle his neck. He hoisted me into his arms as though I weighed nothing, and carried me from the water, both of us dripping onto the tile.
He claimed my lips with his own, taking his time as he carried me slowly to the bedchamber, laying me down as though I was the most precious thing in the world. As he stood, I indulged in the view of his naked body, still glistening with oil and water and sweat. Legs wrapped in solid muscle. A broad chest tapered into a solid waist. His jaw—strong, darkened by facial hair.
And his lips… on mine before I could produce another sane thought. The heat rose. The water that had kept the flames at bay gone. No.No.
We were all hands, and slick bodies, and soft moans, and, oh,gods damn it, Ineededhim.
As if sensing I was at the end of my rope, he pushed a small wave of calm into me, just enough to settle the flames back to embers in my core.
Not enough to subdue me. I was wild. Ravenous.Excited.We could do this. If he kept me calm enough to stop the fire, we could…
I took his cock into my hand and a roar ripped from his chest, “I want you,” I said, “Now.”
He needed no other invitation, he eased himself between my legs, lowering his body to cover mine. And with one quick thrust he entered me. It hurt, but in the most delicious, beautiful way. He thrust again, filling me. His body molded to mine like a piece of a puzzle I didn’t even know I was missing.
I writhed against him. Our bodies moved in tandem. A perfect symphony. The striking of all the right cords. Rising. Risingto a looming crescendo. The strength of the ever-building hum stole all the breath from my lungs. My body would be torn apart by the sheer force of it, I was sure. I’d be reduced to ashes. Scattered to the breeze gently brushing our sweat-slicked skin. And yet… I urged him on. More. I neededmore.
He thrusted again and again. His hands grasping my body anywhere—everywhere they touched me.
“Alaric.” His name was a plea.
He panted against my neck, “Liana,” he called as we both found our release. Muscles taught. Breaths taken through clenched teeth. Hold tight. Tighter. Nails biting down. Spiraling together in a torrent of bliss.
Chapter Eighteen
“Did you sleep well?” Tiernan asked, breaking me out of my day dreams. I’d been awake for over an hour but wasn’t quite ready to start the new day.
The smell of Alaric mixed with the heady aromas of jasmine and spice still clung to my sheets and body. And the slight soreness between my legs had my mind picturing him. On top of me. Inside me. My stomach muscles tightened, and I caught my bottom lip between two teeth to hold back a longing sigh.
He’d stayed almost the whole night through. I dozed peacefully atop his chest. I had only awoken once—to the sound of him talking in his sleep. Saying something in Melîn? My lips pursed. I didn’t think he knew the language of old.
“I did, actually,” I finally answered Tiernan, who was giving me a knowing stare from his perch across the room.
I rose from the bed, realizing too little too late that I was still naked.
Tiernan didn’t so much as blink—much less attempt to avert his gaze. I shook my head at him.
“And here I was thinking you were a gentleman.”
He grinned. Shrugged. “Only when I want to be.”
I tugged on a silken robe from the armoire, wondering what the day had in store for me. More training? I couldn’t remember what the plan was. The memorial was the following eve, and I felt there was still so much to do. All I knew was today, I would face anything with a smile and a bounce in my step. The former seemed permanently sown onto my face and I had no intention of removing it.
