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I swear as I float on my back at the center of it, I can feel the stone silently assuring me that everything is going to be all right.
The earth has made it through harder times than these.
Once, lava bubbled on its surface and poison filled the air and no one looking down from above would have imagined life could ever thrive here. But it did, and it has, and it will continue to do so long after my fragile body and even this noble stone has turned to dust.
“And adversity can be a good thing. I mean, take this stone. It was hacked from a mountain, hauled away from its home, and tortured by a sculptor for thousands of hours,” I tell Maxim when he steps inside to announce that the food has arrived. “And look how that turned out. It’s even more beautiful than it was before.”
He arches a brow and murmurs something I can’t understand as his gaze tracks up and down my floating body.
“What was that?” I ask. “I can’t hear you. My ears are underwater.”
His lips twitch and he repeats himself in a louder voice.
“Nope.” I sigh and swish my hands, sending myself on a slow circular spin. “Still can’t hear you. Guess you’ll just have to leave me here alone in this lovely warm water, wishing I had a special friend who liked taking baths together. And washing my back. And sex before brunch.”
The words are barely past my lips when Maxim splashes into the water fully dressed and scoops me into his arms. I laugh and squirm free, chastising him for making it harder to get his clothes off now that they’re soaking wet.
But get them off, we do, and then Maxim’s mouth is hot on mine and his hands are all over me, touching me in the places he already knows I like best.
“I think you missed a spot or two here,” he says, bringing his soapy hands to my breasts. “Best give these another wash.”
“Good catch,” I say, moaning as his slippery fingers tease at my nipples, building the ache already fisting between my legs.
I’ve been ready for him since the moment he walked into the room. Meeting his gaze is enough to make me wet, but I don’t rush the foreplay. Instead, I arch into his talented hands, moan into his mouth, and do my best to memorize every second of making love to this beautiful man.
He really is glorious, almost too good to be true.
“Thank goodness for your chest hair,” I pant, clinging to his shoulders as he works his fingers against my clit beneath the water.
“Why’s that?” he asks. “You like chest hair?”
“Well, yes,” I say, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as the ball of heat he’s building low in my body begins to give off sparks. “But it’s the…patchy places I like best. If it weren’t for the patchy places, I wouldn’t believe you were real. You’re just too hot, too…perfect.” My breath hitches. “Oh yes, like that. So perfect. God, Maxim, don’t ever stop doing that. Don’t ever stop.”
And he doesn’t, not until I’ve come so hard sparks are still dancing in front of my eyes as he stands with my legs wrapped around his hips, bringing us both out of the water before he impales me on his cock with one long, smooth stroke.
“Oh yes,” I sigh as he cradles my ass in his big hands and begins to fuck me hard and fast. “Just like that. Harder, oh please harder!”
“Bossy little wolf,” he chastises against my lips as he kisses me, but he gives me exactly what I asked for, pounding into me so hard it hurts a little.
But it hurts in a sweetly wicked way, and the bliss that floods through me a moment later is even more intense than my first release. It’s so intense that I’m still making loud, shameless coming sounds nearly a minute later when Maxim follows me over the edge.
“Yes,” he growls as his cock pulses and jerks inside me. “So good, so fucking good. Love how your pussy milks me. Every fucking drop.”
I tighten my legs around him and moan my agreement. With Bane out of the picture, we probably don’t need to worry about the prophecy or being the first couple to conceive anymore, but I don’t regret skipping protection again. I love the feel of Maxim inside me bare and I want his baby. I want to be pregnant with his child, my swollen stomach a sign to any woman dumb enough to think she might be able to tempt him away from me that he’s mine. My mate, my man, the father of my children, and everything else a man and a woman are to each other when they’ve made the promises we’ve made.
“I’m goingto tear that steak apart with my bare hands,” I say after he’s dried me off and wrapped me in one of the complimentary robes. I sit, weak-kneed on the edge of the tub, watching him dry his own gorgeous body and hoping for dozens more memories like this. Hundreds more.
He arches a playful brow. “Feeling savage after a good fuck, are you?”
“Yes,” I confirm. “I’m going to devour my meal and then I’m going to run my steak-juice covered fingers all over your cock and lick it off.”
“A touch too cavewoman for my taste, but I appreciate the offer,” he says, fighting a smile.
“Turn down my cavewoman side at your peril,” I warn. “She seems like a good time. She’s probably into butt stuff and all kinds of other kinky shit. In addition to steak juice play.”
He snorts. “It’s cute that you think ‘butt stuff’ is kinky.” He meets my gaze in the mirror as he shrugs into the other robe. “I could show you kinky, little wolf. And then some.”
“Oh, please do,” I murmur, giggling as he tosses me over his shoulder and carries me into the suite.
