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He reclined with an air of profound ease, his bronzed torso bare like some god of desire made into flesh. Ebony strands of hair, as dark and inviting as the secrets of eternity, framed his chiseled face. A face I could not imagine any other rivaling for masculine beauty.
Glistening droplets of moisture clung to his skin. Every ripple of his muscled form seemed as if it had been carved by the hands of deities, as if the essence of temptation had been given earthly shape.
I stepped closer, like a moth drawn to a flame, and Draven turned towards me, his emerald eyes as green and as deep as a forest.
The water around him undulated as he shifted, rising to his full, imposing height within the spring. Beads of water fell from his glinting horns as he shook droplets from his ink-black hair.
With a sinuous grace, he stretched out one arm along the pool's edge. A slow, seductive smile curved upon his lips. His gaze, intense and filled with desire, traveled from my eyes down my form, lingering hungrily on every curve and contour.
His admiration was palpable, and I felt a heat rise within my core, triggered by the wordless invitation that stirred my senses and ignited a longing that mirrored his own.
And then I understood.
Hewas the apple.
He was my irresistible temptation waiting to be explored. The one creature in this world I was most curious about—and terrified of truly knowing. For looking into Draven's soul meant looking into my own reflection. And who had ever dared to look into oneself so honestly as I knew my mate had done with me?
My skin was already damp with the humidity of the cave. I could smell the scent of Draven's skin from here, mingled with the faint musk of the spring waters.
Without breaking my gaze from his, I began tugging my own clothes off. They had suddenly become an unwanted, heavy burden.
I unfastened the ties of my front-lacing gown, spreading the bodice open to reveal my breasts. I let the moment linger, reveling in the hungry expression in Draven's eyes as he looked at me. Then I slid the dress from my shoulders and pushed it down my body to the ground. My underthings were next. I slid them from my hips and to the cavern floor, then stood, naked and waiting, drinking in the sight of my husband's body as he stood in the pool thirsting for mine.
His lips had parted slightly as he’d watched me undress.
Now I raised my hands to my breasts and provocatively lifted them, feeling their weight and heft, feeling the familiar strained sensation of my nipples as they puckered in the air. I ran my fingers lightly over them, rubbing their tips, and was gratified to hear Draven elicit a strangled groan.
He took one step out of the water, then another, and suddenly I found myself quite distracted.
He was a very pleasing man. In all ways. But he had been endowed with one gift in particular which now stood out.
His cock had risen, full and hard, pulsing with desire. I stared at it in fascination. Seeing my gaze, he lowered his hand and began stroking himself expertly, teasingly.
“Can’t get enough of caves, can you?” I tried to joke, my knees already threatening to become jelly.
“Can’t get enough of you.” His eyes blazed with a heat that made me feel weak from head to toe. “Come here. Come to me.”
I had hardly taken more than two steps forward when he lunged out of the pool and seized me, grabbing me like a wild animal and lifting me towards him.
He set me down on the ledge he had been sitting on, then roughly pushed my shoulders back.
My breasts swayed upwards, nipples dancing tantalizingly towards his mouth. I held my breath.
My body was weak with need. I felt as if I'd do anything, say anything. Draven was pure carnality as he stood over me, easily twice my weight in muscle, broad and nude and masculine. My gaze flicked over his damp, black hair, dripping chest, and then lingered, long and hard, on his groin. He was all Siabra beast. All raw strength. All mine.
And I wanted him in any way, every way.
Everything but him, but here, was completely forgotten.
There was only this moment. Our bodies, here, naked, and together.
I conjured up a vivid memory of the last time. My hands pressed to the wall of the cottage. Draven filling me from behind. I let out a little moan of longing.
Draven smirked, drawing my eyes back to his wicked, wicked mouth, and I knew I had given too much away. Shown too clearly that I liked what I saw and wanted more of it.
He moved in upon me then, his mouth hungrily descending to kiss my belly, then up to my breasts. He sucked on one nipple, then the other, before biting hard enough to make me gasp.
And then he was moving downwards, down to the space between my thighs. I knew just what he'd find. I was wet and dripping with heat.
