Page 81 of Aria's Desire

Only when he’d told her everything did he fall silent, watching her as she finished bathing him. He’d never been touched like this, had never experienced what it felt like to be taken care of, tended to.

He thought he should feel ashamed, sitting there whileshetended tohim. Everything he’d been taught said it was supposed to be the other way around, but nothing about being with Aria was as he expected.

She was utterly different to any female he’d ever met. She didn’t want servants. She didn’t want her males to fawn over her and grovel at her feet. She wanted partners. She demanded her men be more, be better.

She demanded they be free.

He thought he might resent that if she didn't hold herself to those same standards. It was easier to hide in a role than to be himself. But he couldn’t do that with her, didn’t want to, now that he’d tasted freedom.

So, no, there was no shame as he sat and let her care for him. There was only arousal so fierce it took his breath. Trust, love, awe… and need, such need he struggled to sit still for her ministrations.

Staring at her as she gently washed his face, Rellik had to fist his hands to keep from grabbing her. He’d never been so turned on. His cock was hard as stone, swollen and sensitive where it bobbed beneath the water.

He stood when she directed, his breath coming faster as she washed his legs, anticipation making his stomach clench, but she ignored his jutting shaft where it twitched next to her face, the piercings sparkling in the low light.

His nostrils flared. She wasn’t going to touch him, not until he asked or touched her first. That knowledge sent a wave of power through him. With her he had a choice. She would never take what he didn’t give.

Emotion flooded him, so strong it almost buckled his knees. Uppermost was burning, all consuming need. Gaia’s horns, but he loved this female. Did she know the gift she gave him? Did she understand how much it meant to be able to choose?

He knew she did, but he also knew it wasn’t a gift in her eyes: it was a right.

He couldn’t wait, didn’t want to wait, a second longer. Heart thundering in his chest, Rellik dropped to his knees on the bench with her. She went still and met his gaze, her own questioning, searching for sincerity, silently asking if he was sure.

Fuck, but he felt undone at that look, by the respect and care and love in it.

Rellik held her gaze as he reached out to clasp her hands in his. He set them against his chest, and just that small touch sent a hard pulse of pleasure through him.

She smiled, and he felt it like a punch to the gut. She was pleased, proud of him, and Rellik was instantly addicted to that expression on her beautiful face.

Smoothing her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, she slid closer and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth then another to his cheek. His brow, forehead, nose. She nuzzled his neck then kissed him there. All the while, one of her hands skated down his chest until she was cupping his hardness, stroking it gently, lightly, driving him to madness.

Groaning, a hard shiver tracked down his spine. The slow coast of her fingers felt good, too good. And when her lips began to travel down his chest, her intention clear, he had to stop her. He wanted to experience her mouth on his shaft, badly, but not that day. He knew he wouldn’t be able to contain himself if she did that.

“Stop,” he rasped.

He didn't want to spill in her hand or between her lips. He didn't want to come alone. He wanted to join with her, wanted to see her pleasure as he took his own. Give and take, as the equals she demanded they be.

Pulling her back up, his heart kicked hard against his chest at the expression of desire on her face. He’d been restraining himself, but seeing her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilated, he couldn’t hold back. With a hiss, he pulled her to him and took her mouth.

“My Aria, mysarasha, I love you. Tell me you accept me. Tell me I'm yours. You're mine. My Queen. My mate.”

Rellik was only distantly aware of what he whispered feverishly against her lips between heated kisses. Only half aware of the demands he made as he reached between her thighs and caressed her wet cunt, only vaguely aware of the things he asked as he sank a finger deep and pumped it hard in and out of her tightness.

But he was acutely aware of her responses.

“Yes. Oh fuck. God, Rellik yes. You're mine. All mine. I’m yours.”

Groaning, he lifted her against his chest, reached between them to line himself up with her entrance.

Pulling back to stare at her he hissed, “Say it. Tell me.”

She nodded jerkily, her pale green eyes bright with arousal as she clung to him. “Yes.”

Groaning, he pulled her down onto him, thrusting his hips forward at the same time. She threw her head back with a sharp moan, her fingers fisting in his hair as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Oh fuck… ”

Rellik froze, jerking his head up from where he’d been watching them join, his heart skipping. “What? What’s wrong?”

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