Page 66 of Wickedly Yours

“Where are we going?” Luna asked, a sleepy lilt to her voice.

“I’m going to make it better,” I said as I headed towards the bathing pools.Take care of you the way you deserve.

The baths were heated by an underwater hot spring, which was absolutely delightful, especially for sore muscles. Though I was usually sore from training and fighting, washing blood off my skin. Either way, I didn’t want her to be hurt tomorrow.

Not when we’d be married within the week.

She gave a few sleepy grumbles of protest before I stepped into the warm water, submerging us deeper with each stair I took down into the pool. Those protesting noises quickly turned into little sighs of pleasure as I settled onto the bench, still keeping her in my arms.

“Better?” I asked, getting a nod in return. Her silky hair brushed up against my torso. I wanted to wash it for her. To take care of her, do things for her I’d never done for anyone else. It wasn’t just a want, though. I longed for it.

I wondered if the man I’d been a month ago would even recognize me now, with all the sweet things I was doing for this woman. Part of me felt repulsed by my actions, even if I didn’t understand them. I’d never wanted to do any of them before, not until her. Now, I wanted to take care of her, to make her feelworshipped.

She looked up at me with those big, captivating eyes, and I was lost.

Luna shifted, sitting up and resting her head against my chest like she was using me as her own personal chair. My fingers rested on her hip, helping to keep her in place with my grip as she relaxed.

“Open your legs for me, Moonbeam,” I instructed, reaching behind me with the hand that wasn’t holding her to grab the soap. “Let me clean you up.”

She separated her thighs, draping a knee over each of mine,and I trailed my hand down her stomach, inching slowly over her bare skin.

“Zain,” she breathed, sucking in a quick breath as I lathered up my hand.

“Shhh,” I soothed. “I’ll take care of you.”

I held my hand there, only a featherlight touch as I cupped her sex. Bringing my other hand down into the water, I used the soap to rub gentle circles on her thighs, cleaning up the sticky mess we’d made earlier. When I’d been bare inside of her. Fates, nothing would beat that feeling. Of her accepting me into her body. Of painting her womb with my seed.

I pressed the tip of my middle finger inside of her just an inch, my cock stiffening between us as I slowly explored her body.

My teeth ached, and I leaned down, pressing my nose into the crook of her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses to her soft skin.

It’d be so easy. One bite, and she’d be tethered to me. She wouldn’t even know. I ran my sharp canines over that point, desire pulsing through me to puncture her skin.

Luna shifted, leaning back to press against me more, even as she wiggled like she was trying to get closer.

Closer.Closer.Clicking my tongue in warning, I brought my lips to her ear. “Careful.”

She turned her head, brushing her lips across mine. “What if I don’t want to be careful?” Bright green eyes shined up at me, and one corner of my mouth tilted up.

“Tell me what you want,” I instructed, moving my fingers slowly over her skin.

Squirming against me, she finally gasped out, “Touch me. Please.”

I hummed into her skin, finally pushing my finger all the way in asa reward.

Thank the fates that no one would interrupt us here. That these were our private rooms, and the servants would only come when called for.

Because I didn’t want anyone to see my bride like this. Unabashedly riding my hand, her head tipped back onto my shoulder as she let out a series of small, breathy noises that only spurred me on, encouraging me to continue as I coaxed her body into another orgasm. I slipped a second finger inside of her, pumping into her as my other hand moved to rub at her clit.

“That’s it,” I said as she let out a long moan. “So good for me.”

Her body slumped against my chest as her muscles relaxed, her wet heat clenching around my fingers, still inside her.

“Better?” I asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Mmm,” was her only response as she nestled against my skin, content and sated. “That was—” She tilted up her head to look at me, her eyelids fluttering. “How am I ever going to leave when you do that to me?”

“You won’t,” I said, leaning down to suck the skin of her neck into my mouth. “That’s the idea.”