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And then Hark turns and my whole night shifts from possibly losing my virginity to most definitely giving this beast my body.
I gasp softly, fear of being discovered adding to the concoction of mixed emotions swirling inside me.
I wait for him to notice me standing at the edge of the stall, but his eyes are thankfully closed. He drops his head back, the water drowning out any possibility of him hearing my heavy panting, too.
I track the falling water and realize the grunt and groans are not from a man in pain, but of one deep in the grip of pleasure. And I mean grip. Thick fingers wrap around a thicker cock and he’s working his long, fully aroused length with hard, fast jerks. He pumps his hips, thrusting into his hand and the ache in my core turns to an uncontrollable pulsing throb.
He steps from the water, throwing his other hand up to brace against the glass wall. With the water now hitting his back I appreciate the pinched expression on his rugged face. His eyes are still locked and his lips peel back with a low, animalistic growl. He strokes his beautiful cock, the head swollen and angry-looking.
Shivers of excitement wrack through me and in that second the amount of heat pooling between my thighs drenches the thin material of my night shorts.
Much like a dragon’s rumble, this man’s pleasure reverberates through the bathroom and feeds into me. Every grunt and rumble strokes over my throbbing clit as if the man himself finally has his hands on my body.
I reach up and press my palms over my silk-covered nipples to try and ease their ache. But it’s no use. My body doesn’t want my touch anymore. It wants his.
And then he speaks.
“Fuck, God, make it stop already!” He strokes, hard, fast but the explosion of his release doesn’t come. I can help him, that’s why I came here. But should I? Self-doubt has me second-guessing my actions. It is possible he’s fantasizing about someone else? Maybe the thought of them has him seeking his pleasure in the privacy of his bathroom?
I chance a look up and at that exact second coal-colored eyes slam open and pin me in place. Something akin to a thousand watts of electricity sizzles through my veins, destroying me from the inside out. In the same second, it renews the all-consuming lust coiling inside me. Damn this man. What has he done to me? My breath hitches and lodges in my chest, burning. Only this time it grows with a life of its own and spreads throughout me until I don’t know if I’ll ever truly be free from the dark cravings whispering in my ear to take what I want.
Heart-struck. It’s not something easily explained. It just is. A place between love and pain. You know what you want, know it’s dangerous. But it’s entirely off-limits.
A flash of anger flickers across his face. Rapid beats of his heart are evident in the erratic thump of the artery in his neck. It’s the only clue as to how affected he is by seeing me. Those piercing dark eyes glitter with danger just before his mouth moves with a tone to match the ire.
“What the fuck are you doing in my bungalow, Asena?” He’s not shy about the fact he’s jerking off, either. His hand continues to move over the slicked steel length of his cock as he considers me. The world along the fringes of my sight blurs. Oh God, I’ve never seen someone so beautiful. So powerful.
My thighs squeeze tight against the throbbing need pulsing there. Showtime. Can’t run and hide like a little girl now.
I swallow back the last remnants of doubt and raise my chin defiantly. My gaze shifts from the hand stroking his cock to hold his gaze. My invisible crown firmly in place.
“You didn’t come to the house to share in the celebrations. I thought I would come and see if you were alright.”
Hard pecs shift with the bark of laughter he releases. “And am I, Asena? All right that is?”
Leaving the shower running, he steps from the water and doesn’t stop his progression until he’s out of the stall and standing a breath away from me. Water runs everywhere but he doesn’t seem to care or take notice.
My name on his lips is a rarity. In fact, I don’t remember the last time he used my given name. It is alwaysprincesssaid with a smirk on his lips and a teasing tone to his voice.
The sight of his aroused, naked body anchors me to the spot. I stare shamelessly. Water drips over the most perfect masculine body. Cut lines, deep grooves. I forget to breathe for several seconds as he stands there, gripping his beautiful cock in one hand, the other I’m hoping ready to catch me when I jump his bones.
Seems like I’m not the only shameless one.
Despite the warmth from the steamy shower, the cool air from the overhead vents mixed with my arousal has my nipples pressing tight against the confines of my silk camisole.
His eyes drop and the second the heat of his gaze caresses over the peaks, another wave of warmth pools between my legs.
I reach out and trail a finger over the fine lines of scales curving around his massive bicep.
Harsh lines cut between dark brows. If I were smart, I would heed the warning in his tone and the piercing burn of his unchanging eyes. But my brain isn’t what drives me tonight.
It’s the uncontrollable lust coursing through my veins. The weight of need floods my senses preventing me from sleeping. From feeling hunger. The only craving I feel is for this man and the dark pleasure I know he will give me.
“No, Hark.” I drag a single nail down his chest and scrape it over a nipple to the sound of a deep growl. “You don’t look okay to me,” I say tentatively. Feeling brave, I continue. “Youlooklike you’re in terrible pain.” Eyes lifted to his, I lean in and curl the tip of my tongue over the hard disk of his masculine nipple, sucking off a droplet of water.
A dark smile curls the edges of his lips. A forewarning of his next move. He stops stroking himself and is on me before I know what is truly going on. We are across the bathroom, moving faster than I think safely possible. But he doesn’t lose his footing as he clamps a hand under my thighs and lifts. We slam into the nearest wall, the heat of my sex pressing against his lower midriff.
Water drenches the front of my camisole and a harsh flare of fear spikes through me when he notices my piercings.
