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Arkimedes kissed her again as he loosened the ribbons of her complicated gown with needy fingers, giving away his lack of control. Whatever she’d been thinking before no longer mattered.
He cupped her left breast, then looped his other arm under her ass and lifted her in one fluid motion. Pressing her to the wall, Arkimedes devoured her neck, licking all the way down to her clavicle and up again.
The lamp trembled, its light flickering with the movement of her body colliding with the cool surface of the wall. Nava wrapped her legs around Ark’s waist, momentarily struggling with the thick layers of her dress.
She squirmed, stuck in between him and the wall. A mewl escaped her lips when two of his fingers snaked their way over the thin layer of her drawers, pressing against her center, which throbbed with need.
“These won’t do,” Arkimedes breathed. The air rippled with his magic, and her skin felt cold and hot right before the distinct sound of ripping fabric filled the room. He exposed her to the cold air just as he bit and licked her neck.
“I don’t think this wall can hold us—” Nava began, supporting her entire body weight on his shoulders as he roughly pulled down his pants. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the warmth emanating from the bare skin that touched her thigh.
“Not another word, Nava,” he growled and resumed the path his hand had followed before: up her thighs and toward her aching center.
The strength of his kiss and the rough texture of his stubble bruised her lips. Her body coiled tight with want when he touched her where she needed him most.
“So wet,” he purred. His fingers moved in maddening circles over her clit, and he trailed his other hand down her neck and chest, over the peak of her nipple.
The touch drove her wild, and she struggled to find purchase on his shoulders as her pleasure built. He kissed her again, hard. She would never tire of his taste.
Continuing, he moved two fingers inside her, pumping in and out. How he managed it with the little space left between their bodies was anyone’s guess.
Her hips jerked, and her pleasure neared a crescendo. She trembled as a loud moan escaped her lips. Any second now. Gods, she felt as if she might break.
“Ark.”
“Come for me, Bee.”
Nava cried out as the tension built until it snapped, and the orgasm swept through her body in waves while she rode his hand.
“Good girl,” he purred, removing his hand and taking a firm hold of her ass. She felt him line himself up against her entrance, and then he pushed into her in one fluid movement.
His groan of pleasure was all she could hear, and the lantern on the wall rattled before falling to the ground. The sound of breaking glass didn’t stop them, not even as darkness bathed the room, except for the trickle of gray light that filtered through the thick velvet curtains.
Arkimedes’s punishing rhythm extended her pleasure. Time slowed until only the two of them remained, until her skin went tight again and she shattered into a million pieces. He slammed into her one last time and followed with a grunt, letting his body weight rest against her.
The world slowly returned, blurred at the edges of her vision as Arkimedes withdrew and set her down on trembling legs. The long skirts of her dress fell around her as she dropped her head to the firm planes of his chest, waiting for her breathing to calm down.
Her heart was so full, and her body ached in the best possible way. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” He pressed his lips to her head and held her tight for a while until her blood stopped rushing inside her ears. This felt right. It was worth fighting for.
“It held up fine,” he whispered at last, a hint of smugness in his tone.
“What?” she croaked, still in a daze.
Arkimedes stepped away and tucked himself back into his trousers, tidying up his black shirt and messing his hair. Now he looked properly rumpled in his fine clothes. Then he tapped the wall with one hand.
A cough from the neighboring room answered him.
Horror cooled Nava’s heated flesh as she stared at the wall with wide eyes. “Do you think they could hear us?”
“I would assume so,” Arkimedes said with a rakish smile.
“Why aren’t you more disturbed by this?” she accused, horrified, and paced around the pile of broken glass left on the floor. At least now that the room was dark, she couldn’t fixate on all the suspicious stains the cleaners had missed—if anyone had even attempted to clean this room, that was.
“Where are my undergarments?” she asked. She’d smelled magic and heard her clothes tear, but surely Ark hadn’t destroyed them. Right?
Sticky wetness clung to the inside of her legs as she kept hunting for her clothes without success. She couldn’t possibly head out to that tavern wearing nothing under the dress.
