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Ana leaned her forehead against his. The backs of her fingers swept down his torso, moving slowly through the water’s resistance. He spasmed when she trailed the length of his cock and again when she slid through the water, fastening her legs around his back. “I have swam in fire water since I was a little girl.”
“Fire water?” Tyr caressed the underside of her thighs. “That’s what this is?”
“Ahen vodah.” Her mouth parted with a moan as she angled herself into place. “The scholars say it’s a rare but natural occurrence in the Northern Range. I don’t know what it is or why it happens, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you because all I can think about is you fucking me until I forget my own name.”
Tyr’s cock jumped to life, hard in an instant. They’d never had sex in water. He didn’t even know if it was possible, but the yearning clouding her lidded eyes made him willing to drown to find out.
Ana circled his cock in her fist and guided the tip inside her. He gently peeled her hand away to slide the rest of the way, until he was seated as far as he could go, flexing until her eyes fluttered back in surrender. Her tiny feet curled against his back. Not even the ahen vodahcould wash away how wet she was.
Tyr gripped her face and dragged his cock slowly out. He nested it against her core, savoring the raw wanting in her eyes, the demand she was preparing to voice. She had asked for escape, to be brought to the brink of pleasure so she could safely crash over the edge, and he would deliver precisely that.
“Please,” she whimpered. She dug her heels into his ass to spur him on, but he was immovable.
He crushed his mouth to hers in a fiery kiss and then ducked beneath the water. The last thing he heard was Ana’s delectable gasp.
Tyr spread her legs wide and fixed his mouth on her clit, creating a suction to avoid inadvertently drowning himself. Breath held against her core, he dragged her through his teeth. She bucked and thrashed, knotting her hands in his hair, riding his face. He felt her lift into her release and tighten, and then she was crashing, her nails digging to his scalp and her feet carving down his back in desperate kicks.
He emerged from the water, gasping for breath. She swam forward and slid her tongue into his mouth, brushing it against his. Tyr pulled her onto his cock, tracing a thumb along her still-swollen clit to make her come again, desperate to feel her desire choke the life from his cock.
Ana threw her head back and screamed as she writhed, twisting and contorting, and came hard enough to bring him over the edge in a sudden, violent explosion. He poured his seed into her womb with a stilted cry, but she squeezed his ass to keep him inside, waiting for more with her eyes locked to his.
It happened so fast, he didn’t have time to recover. The sight of her nodding and biting her lip, urging him on, was enough to make him come again.
Tyr breathed deep to gather himself. He watched her lift herself from the water, his eyes drawn to the way her pussy dripped with water and pearls of his spend. She beckoned him to follow, and he hoisted himself up, barely out before she’d rolled him onto his back and was climbing over him. He was inside her before he even had time to think, looking up in dazed awe at her perfect stride, the sway of her milky breasts, and her hand slipping between her legs.
She lifted to slide him all the way in, then all the way out with every thrust. He bore down on her hips and slammed upward, her mouth open wide in a never-ending cry of pleasure.
Ana’s thighs clamped against his as she came. He pinned her onto him, starved for every tremor, every clench. As it came to an end, she lowered her hands onto his chest to catch her breath, and the sensation of her nipples brushing his flesh sent him spiraling into another forceful release. She arched her back, pushing down on his cock to receive everything he had to offer.
Tyr rolled onto the damp stones, panting. He didn’t see Ana climb onto her knees and lower her mouth over him. For the fourth time that day, his cock roared to life, hardening with every flick of her tongue tracing the underside of his sore crown... each drag of her warm lips. He tugged on her legs, his mouth watering for more of her, indicating he wanted her to climb over him so he could enjoy her as she was enjoying him.
When she was in place, he ran his tongue down the length of her and spread her wide with his thumbs. Guardians, he had never wanted anyone more. Body, mind, heart, and soul. He wanted all of her. Every inch. Every breath, every moan, every tear, and every smile.
He devoured her cunt as she worked his cock in her mouth, bringing him all the way to the back of her throat. He lapped at her, starving for more and tasting himself as well, something he’d never done before. The realization drove him wild enough to do something else he’d never done, flitting his tongue across her ass. Her whole body responded to the fresh assault, more than enough encouragement for him to spread her even wider and bury his tongue inside of her ass until he couldn’t push it any deeper.
Ana was the first to give into the pleasure, arching as the release flowed through her. Tyr was right behind, erupting into her mouth with a thrust upward.
They lay that way—her on top, resting against his inner thigh, him below, caressing her ass—until their breathing slowed.
She climbed off and sat back on her bare heels. “I need to tell you what happened in that room today,” she said, low and heavy, “but unfortunately for you, I still know my name, Tyreste, so we have some work to do.”
Something primal stirred within Tyr, and he was on his knees, crawling toward her like an apex predator starved for fresh meat. “Nothing unfortunate about it, love.” He licked his lips, tasting all her different flavors in one pass. “And if you think it will be me crying for mercy, you’ve underestimated the situation and me.” Tyr climbed over her, and she clambered onto her back. He brushed his cock along her core. “I’m afraid I’ll be carrying you out of here when I’m done with you.”
They’d found a pleasant spot behind the waterfall, a small cavern warmed by the water. Tyr laid out the furs, and there was just enough room for them both.
He wanted to know what had happened, but the problem was Ana didn’tknowwhat had caused the attack on her body. The last thing she remembered was losing consciousness after Mortain’s terrible demand, then she was waking in the back of a wagon rumbling through town, shivering harder than she ever had in her life.
“We can talk on the road if you prefer,” Tyreste said. His hands moved in slow circles around her belly. She could be vulnerable with him. She wanted to be vulnerable with him. But how could she ever tell him he would have to wait for her to bear child after child for Mortain, until she was bent and broken and lost, before she was free to love him?
“On the road?” she asked, only half-present.
“We can’t stay here,” he said. “Grigor said—”
“Grigor knows nothing,” she said. Mortain’s preternatural face haunted her thoughts, his terrifyingly calm delivery of her sentence repeating in her head.
“Magda knows, Ana. She knows you were in her room. She’ll come looking for you soon, if she isn’t searching already. It won’t be long before she stumbles upon my empty cabin and keeps going.”
“Magda won’t be a problem much longer.” Ana nuzzled her cheek against his chest.
