Page 177 of Season Warriors & Wolves

He stood up straight and hooked a hand under my waist, hoisting me up effortlessly into the bath. Clothed. And the water was freezing.

“Kil!”

He silenced me with his mouth. “Love of mine,” he murmured, smiling against my lips. “Don’t mess like that with my poor heart. It is still pretty sore with worry.”

I bit his chin lightly and kissed him again. “Oh, to be loved by a poet.” My hands curled on his hair, pulling him closer to my body. “To be loved at all.”

He tugged on my nightgown, ripping it apart in half, before turning the rest of my undergarments into bare scraps. He pulled back just a little, looking worried. “You’re freezing.”

“The water is cold.”

He frowned. “It is not.”

“Kil, the water is freezing.”

He frowned for a moment and then stood, lifting me up on his arms and taking us both out of the water. I sighed when he wrapped a massive towel around us, still shaking a little. He kissed my temple and set me on the basin counter. “Forgive me, I didn’t realise.”

“Warm me up then, if you are so sorry.”

He patted the towel over my wet hair, trying to dry me the best he could.

The absolute idiot.

Snatching and throwing away the towel he held, I wrapped my legs around his middle. “Was thinking of something along these lines, perhaps?”

He plastered his naked body flush to mine, letting me feel every bit of him on me. “Have I told you I love the way you think?”

I rocked against his hardening cock. “Actions speak more than words, it seems.”

His mouth was hot against mine. So were his hands.

“Still cold?” he asked.

“No, just you,” I said, rubbing the goose flesh on my thighs away.

His mouth curled up to a smirk and he kneeled before me, lowering his face between my legs to kiss the sensitive inner part of my thighs. “Open up for me. Feet on the counter.”

There was no teasing or taunting, his mouth latched on my sex, sucking hard on that tightening of nerves until it felt like I was about to snap in half. “I love the taste of you,” he cooed, flicking his tongue over my opening, licking at the wetness already gathering there. His hands came up to my body, palming my breasts and kneading them raw, twisting and playing with my hardened nipples while he fucked me with his tongue.

My hand shot forward, clutching and pushing at his head while I rolled my hips against his mouth. “Fuck, Kil.”

“That’s it, ride my face.” He thrust a finger inside of me and I cried out as release crashed like a damn, drowning me in haziness. He didn’t stop, not until I’d stopped shaking. He lapped at me until he’d licked me clean.

When he fully stood, he hissed as he stroked himself like he was in pain. “That got me rock hard. What will you do about it?”

“Seems like a you problem,” I said, reaching to wrap my arms around his neck, already knowing I was going to have to beg for it after what I said. But I loved begging him, being at his mercy, obeying what he said, being good for him. Loved all of it.

He lifted me up, arms wrapped tightly around his waist while he took us to our bed. “Warm yet?”

I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. “Getting there.”

He lowered us down. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him against me. There were not enough words in any language I knew to explain how just holding him against me like this felt. There were not enough hours in a day or days in a week to get enough of the high it sent through me to be held like this. Not enough lifetimes to douse the need. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he breathed, his touch fanning over my arms, down my waist and legs. His hands traced the silhouette of my body while he kissed me restless, endless. Moulding and melting me into my most pliable shape.

I squirmed and writhed like a new flame trying to feed on his air, only to find that he’s gasoline and that I was uncontrollable fire. “Please, enough torturing me. Please. Please.”