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A door opened on the starboard side of the cabin that sat atop the deck, letting the light and sounds of inside spill out into the night. Down in the dining hall, Rouel was playing a slow, gentle, end of night song.
Adigos appeared through the door. 'Leave it open a crack,' she said. 'I like the music.'
He did as she asked, then came to stand behind her, stopping so close she could feel the warmth of his body, even though they weren't touching. Her pulse picked up, anticipation coursing through her as she waited to see what he would do next.
He slipped his hand inside her cloak, then ran his fingers up her spine, from the base all the way to the nape of her neck. Her heart skipped a beat as he used his other hand to push her hair to one side, the slide of his fingers causing an eruption of gooseflesh across her skin. The wind on her neck sent a shiver down her spine, then his lips brushed against the exposed skin, and heat replaced the biting cold. He kissed her over and over, up and down her neck, behind her ear, on the corner of her jaw. His hands found her waist, and he caressed her there too.
Desire pooled in her core, and she leaned into him, tipping her head back against his shoulder. He turned her, wrapping her in his cloak, and she pressed herself against him, pushing her hands under his shirt, sliding them to the hard ridges of his back. He swayed them gently in time with the music, and the movement lit a fire in her blood.
'Adi,' she breathed, looking up at him. He dipped his head, his lips finding hers, and she sighed at the relief. They hadn't so much as kissed since the journey to the Fae'ch—Edu had seen to that—and her skin greedily absorbed the contact, demanding more.
The kiss deepened, and their lips parted, his tongue caressing hers. His hands slid over the curve of her behind, and his lips moved to her neck. She dug her fingers into his muscular shoulders, her eyes rolling back in her head at the rush of sensation.
She shivered, his cloak having fallen away, so she took his hand and tugged him inside. He followed without hesitation, and she led him to her luxurious bedchamber that occupied most of the bottom deck, where an enormous sunken bed awaited.
She closed the door behind them and leaned back against its frame, placing a hand on his arm when he tried to kiss her. She looked into his eyes, her free hand on his neck, caressing his skin, drinking in the intimacy. She didn't want him to go, but she had to tell him … remind him. 'This is just sex. You know that's all I can give you,' she said, quietly. 'I need to know you accept that. Truly.'
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. 'I love you, Fyia, but I know that's not what you want … what you need from me. Even if this is all I ever get, I want it more than you know.'
Fyia's chest split with warring emotions. She knew deep in her soul she would never give Adigos what he really wanted. A part of her still loved him, but she could never go back. Maybe that meant she should walk away … spare his feelings … but she wanted things too. She wanted his body to cover hers, to feel the hard contours of his war-trained muscles pressing her down, to relinquish control … if only for a night.
She knew Adigos could be commanding; she'd seen him that way countless times. Most feared and revered him as a warrior, a leader, and he was a grown man, capable of making his own decisions. Who was she to patronize him, and deny them both pleasure? Who was she to second guess his words? To presume she knew his feelings better than he?
He must have sensed the shift in her, or become tired of waiting, because he spun her around, so her chest pressed against the door, and urged her legs apart.
'I know you want this too,' he said, sliding a hand around her waist. He pulled up her tunic, then tugged at the laces tying her pants.
Fyia's heart thundered in her ears. She did want this. In this moment, she wanted nothing more. She wanted him just like this … teasing … demanding … in control.
'Tell me you want me,' he said. His fingers played with the sensitive skin below her hip, and he pressed his arousal against the base of her spine.
'I want you,' she said, his words fanning the flames of her desire.
He slid his fingers to her core, and she sucked in a breath, his deft movements chasing away any lingering doubts. He growled into her ear, and she bucked against him. He chuckled, then nipped her neck before licking where his teeth had been. She moaned as his fingers made tantalizing circles, then he pulled down her pants and undergarments.
She unfastened her cloak, then spun, lifting her tunic over her head, so she stood before him in only a worn silk brassier.
He reached for her, tugging at the only scrap of clothing she had left, but instead of ridding her of it, he pulled the laces tighter, forcing her breasts higher, plumping them until they threatened to spill free.
He re-tied the laces, then traced the seam of the brassier, where it pressed into her trussed up flesh. She watched him intently as he lowered his lips, sucking her through the fabric, licking a circle around her peaked and sensitive nipple. She gasped and arched her back, offering herself up to him.
He pulled back, watching her with hooded eyes as he yanked down the fabric on one side, so her breast popped out of its binding. He palmed it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She reached for his hips, but he grasped her arms and pushed them behind her back, holding them with one hand, sliding a finger through her sex with the other. She moaned and tried to rub against him, but he held her in place, then moved his hand back to her breast, kneading it, then sucking her nipple.
'Adigos,' she gasped. He moved his mouth to the breast still covered in fabric, worrying it through the silk, still squeezing the other with his free hand.
He released her hands and grabbed her backside, pulling her against him, then lifted her, carrying her to the bed. He lay her on her front, undressed himself, then knelt over her, running a finger down her spine.
He halted when he reached the small, golden scale nestled just above her tailbone. He skirted his thumb back and forth across it, and Fyia growled with impatience, turning her shoulders so she could see his face. This was not where she wanted his fingers.
His expression was one of wonder as he raptly examined the evidence of her fire-touch. 'Adigos,' she purred. His eyes met hers, then dipped to where her fingers pulled at the strings fastening her brassier, her breasts still half-contained.
His eyes went dark, and he lunged forward, batting her hand away. 'No,' he said, rolling her onto her back. He sat across her thighs, pinning her to the bed, leaning over her. She gave a breathy laugh as he captured her lips, his hand cupping her breast once more.
He covered her with his body, and she spread her legs in welcome, exhaling as he settled his weight and nudged against her core. Fyia thanked the Gods the women of her lands had retained enough magic to make contraceptive spells, showing defiance in the face of the ridiculous rules of the Kings. Not that the Kings had minded. The hypocrites had been happy to whore with no consequence, turning a blind eye to the presence of magic when it suited them …
Adigos' skin was hot and soft, his muscles hard, sculpted ridges. Fyia explored him with greedy hands as he continued to tease her with his cock, and torment her with his lips.
