Page 56 of Reflections of Silence

He slid along my body again, the water closing over his slicked hair.

This time his kisses were tiny nips, playful and light, sending a shimmer of sensation over me. When he reached my stomach, his tongue made a path downward, finding the tender flesh between my thighs.

Close your eyes. Feel everything.

My head tilted back, I let him hold me up, floating in an abyss of pleasure. Water swirled against the quick movement of his tongue and lips, entering my intimate places. Broad hands curled around the backs of my legs, holding me in place against his clever mouth. My moans echoed around the chamber, my own voice coming back to mock me, indecently wanton.

His teeth grazed my flesh, a sharp sting that drew a yelp from my lips, every nerve ending screaming, then his tongue pressed against the spot, numbing. A thin trickle of pink swirled around me, the flow cut off as his mouth fixed around the bite. His lips drawing from me brought a wave of pleasure crashing over me, until I could see and hear nothing, but feel what he did to my body like a distant observer.

He broke the surface, grasping me in relentless hands as he hauled me into his chest. His mouth found mine too fast, his kisses violent and bruising, his tongue dominating. I couldn't keep up with the speed of his movements, lost in a knot of motion as he roamed over me, around me. His hands slid over my rump, drawing me back, the tip of his cock pressing against my folds.

I grasped at the rough stone lip of the pool, the hardness beneath my hands mirroring the overwhelming strength of him as he slid inside me. I clung to the edge, willing myself to stay with him but when I stared into the void of his eyes I sank, and his arms kept me from drowning.

His fathomless gaze held me captive as he impaled me on his steel length. When he smiled, a harsh, twisted thing that left me moaning around him, sharp points extended past his garnet-stained lips. His thrusts inside me matched his earlier kisses, deep and ruining. I arched in his grasp, my screams slamming back at me until all I could hear was the pleasure that tore through me at his touch.

One hand wound around my body, sliding along my spine to caress the curve of my buttocks. His fingers slipped lower after a moment, and he stilled within me.

I opened my eyes, confused until he pressed his thick fingertip to my back entrance, pushing and testing. My breath caught, and I shook my head. “No?—”

Shhh, Gella. Let me explore you.

I swallowed back a sob as he pushed his finger inside me, the tip stretching my hole. Pleasure and pain swamped my awareness as he retreated and pushed, retreated and pushed, working his way in a little deeper with every press forward. I could barely breathe as he filled me in both ways. My body trembled between his cock and his finger where he played with me. I gripped his shoulders as he pressed his knuckles to my cheeks and stilled, letting me get used to the dual sensation.

Then he thrust up into me with both finger and cock.

I screamed, my body clamping down as I took pleasure from his invasion without the assistance of his bite.

His eyes lit with dark triumph, Sebastian held me still a moment longer then took over. His hips jerked into me, hand and cock working faster, claiming every part of my body.

By every sin you feel too good, Gella.

Sebastian ripped at me, his body pounding against my flesh as the water boiled around us. His roar filled the cavern as he took his own pleasure and emptied himself inside me. I clung to him, sobbing his name until the waters ceased roiling, and my heart slowed. Then he cupped my head in his hand, tilting me so I could stare up at him.

Nothing was said between us as he lowered his mouth to my throat.

When I opened my eyes, the stilled waters around us reflected pink beneath the flickering wall sconces.

Sebastian drew my head from the water with care. I sighed my protest, but he returned with a bottle of oil he rubbed into my hair, massaging his fingers deep into my scalp. I rested back against him, my shoulders sinking beneath the water once more. His eyes glowed with dark flame as they did each time he took from me. He offered sweet kisses against my tender lips as he worked, maintaining contact between us, always.

I allowed myself to enjoy the sensations that washed over me, letting him help me to forget for a time. Thick arms circled my waist, my head resting on his shoulder with no fear of dropping beneath the surface if I slept. I floated back against him, closing my eyes as I settled into his stolen warmth and let myself forget the stresses of our unusual day.

Once we left the sunken chamber, I would have a ball to plan and how to murder a sorceress. For now, I took the refuge my husband offered and cherished every moment before our world turned to hell.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

SEBASTIAN

“Perhaps if you are gentler with her, she’ll be nicer during the daylight hours.”

I blinked as Charleton straightened my cravat and stare down at the bald patch on the top of his head. “I beg your pardon?”

He looked up at me, his face guileless as a newborn babe’s. “Nothing, my lord.”

I snarled, wrapping my hand around his throat as I pressed his back to the wall across the room in less than the time it took my valet to fill his mortal lungs.

“Say that again.”

Charleton looked down at me, his slippered feet dangling a good foot above the plush bedroom carpet, and shook his head. “No thank you, my lord,” he said, politely.

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