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I bit my lip, warmth curling through me. "What will you do?"
"Wash you. Dry you. Anoint you in fine oils," Laszlo said, rising and circling to the other side of the tub. "I will lay you in my bed and join you there."
"I know that part."
"I believe you know the rest too," Laszlo said, arching a brow.
"Not with you, I don't," I said.
He nudged my shoulder back, and I followed the movement, hoping he would caress my chest and breasts next. Instead, he reached into the water and pulled out my foot, working on my legs next. My skin grew goosebumps from the change of temperature, and his thumb stroked over a small patch along my ankle.
"Be patient then, and you will learn," Laszlo said.
I sighed as he washed down into the water, my legs falling open in an invitation he ignored. For now.
CHAPTER19
A CEREMONY OF PLEASURE
Iran my hands over my belly, studying the easy glide of my skin, the silky-smooth finish on almost every inch of me.
Laszlo's bare back faced me as he stoppered the cut crystal bottle of lightly fragranced oil he'd been pouring over me.
"We're done now, yes?" I asked, thighs squirming together.
Laszlo had spent far too much time preparing me for something I'd been eager for most of the day. I wasn't suffering as Laszlo touched nearly every inch of me, but itwasmaddening. He'd ignored a few choice areas, and I was looking forward to those attentions in particular, even more so with every passing second.
"You and Hywel share a similar impatience," Laszlo murmured, digging through a small trunk and pulling out yet another bottle. This one was gold and smaller than the first, but I sighed at the sight of it. I was tired. I wanted to be in bed. I wanted what Laszlo had promised in the bath—the pair of us together, joined and satisfied.
Or I wanted to be allowed to go to sleep, if all else failed.
"This oil is designed to heighten pleasure, sensitivity," Laszlo said. "Cleopatra had it created for her. It's very potent. May I apply it to you?"
"Laszlo, I think you underestimate your own potency," I teased.
He smiled but turned, holding the bottle, waiting for me to answer.
I sighed again and nodded. "Of course."
"Thank you. Spread your cheeks for me," Laszlo said softly.
My breath hitched at the gentle command, so direct after so much chaste skirting around. I reached back to obey, my gaze fixed to his. My breasts were thrust out in this position, and his stare remained there briefly, traveling down to my hips, before he finally moved to circle behind me. My lips pressed shut as warm oil dribbled down between my ass cheeks. I held back the whimper in my throat and remained still, standing on a towel placed over a carpet at the center of the room. I trembled as I waited for his touch, and all but jumped into the air as the back of his finger landed, smoothing and spreading the oil down the line of my ass.
A gasp escaped me as his knuckle circled over my hole. "Laszlo, please," I whispered, voice ragged.
"Hush, we are nearly finished."
My fingers had to dig into the flesh of my ass to keep my grip and I closed my eyes, imagining his body against mine, the way we would slide as we rocked into one another.
His knuckle ran down nearly to my core, before gliding back up again. "Turn."
I swayed as I moved, and a faint warmth started to bloom on my freshly anointed skin. Laszlo was wiping his hand and then pouring new oil out into his palm, dipping his talons into the little puddle. My lips parted, and my breasts were rising and falling at an embarrassing rate as he reached up to their peaks.
A shattered moan fell from my lips as his dripping talons traced circles around one nipple and then the next. A dribble of oil slithered over my puckered skin, beading on one tip, and my head fell back, another moan rising as the warmth against my ass built to a gentle throb.
Laszlo's head ducked, and it was his tongue rather than his knuckle that spread the oil on my breasts. My hands flew up to clutch in his hair, my chest bucking forward, my ass cheeks clenching as if to cling to the warmth and the pulsing sensation.
"Ohh, Laszlo, Ineedyou."
