Page 32 of Fate and Flame
He followed, shutting the door behind him and lighting the darkness with small floating flames scattered everywhere until a soft orange glow encased the room. His heated eyes held me as I faced him, untucked my shirt, and pulled it over my head. He stepped in, a growl leaving him.
I inched backwards.
No touching, Prince.
I moved my hands carefully down my body and unfastened the button at the top of my pants. Locking eyes with him, I gently pulled them down. All of the passion, emotion, and even a bit of his rage came to the surface. He looked at me as he had when I sat across that tavern from him, teasing him. His dark caress of magic moved down my sensitive body, massaging me as my heart pounded. I leaned over and turned the water on.
His magic left me as he stilled and made a truly guttural sound.
I stepped into the recessed bath and sat, waiting for the water to fill as the steam rose and danced with the magical flames. His winded fingers spread my legs apart, and I watched his jaw clench as he studied my naked body. His battle for self-control played across his beautiful face, and a very primal part of me nearly lost my own.
The brush of cool air across my thighs made me tremble. Two could play at this game. I released just enough magic to make his clothing completely disintegrate. I could control it in small increments. Progress. I intended to torture him, but quickly realized I had made a massive mistake. His muscled body glowed and he watched me squirm as my eyes dipped below his waistline to the enormous object of all my erotic fantasies.
The scorching water climbed in the bath, becoming a catalyst to my own budding arousal. Fen kept his fiery gaze on me as he reached down and grabbed whatever oil he wanted and dumped it into the bath. He moved for a cloth and lathered it slowly as those emerald eyes held my soul, then he jerked his arm forward, holding the cloth out to me.
Wash,he demanded.
I grabbed the cloth from his steady hands and dragged it first down my arms. Standing, I let the water fall from my body as I eased the cloth over one breast and then the other. Biting my bottom lip, I moaned as his heated magic traveled with my own hands across my nipples and down to my stomach. His magic was like fire on my sensitive skin as I went. I lifted one leg onto the edge of the bath and deliberately dragged the soapy cloth up until my thighs shuddered under his heat. I switched to the other leg and did the same as he continued to watch me until I sat carefully back down into the water and rinsed my cleansed, aching body.
I moved my hands up my thighs until I brushed over the tiny bud that ached for me to release the pressure the prince had built. I remembered the last time I had laid in a bath and stroked myself thinking of him. I tilted my head and moved my fingers back and forth as he growled. My breath began to hitch as the need for him grew and grew.
Join me, Prince.
I lifted my head to see he had taken his own length into his hands as he watched me. His warmth rushed through me as he began to stroke me with his magical fingers. It was not enough. I needed him, all of him, deep within me. Still, I couldn’t push his power away as he sent wave after blissful wave of desire through the bond, still holding himself in place.
“Please,” I begged.
A deal is a deal, Princess.
His last word cut short as I realized he could barely contain himself. I stood from the bath, stepped out, and strolled toward him. “You cannot touch me, but I can touch you, prince.” I trailed a finger down his solid chest.
He stopped moving, stopped breathing, as I took his erection into my hand. I leaned up to kiss his neck, leaving a trail of kisses down his tanned body as I stroked him.
Maybe you should be the one to beg.I dropped to my knees and looked up to him.
His body shook as I licked him from shaft to tip.“Fuck.” His smoky voice sent a thrum of satisfaction through me as I took him into my mouth and hummed as I moved. He reached out to grab me.
Hands to yourself.
“Ara,” he warned, hands frozen in the air.
I didn’t care. It could have just been a bath. He was the one who took it this far. I listened to his ragged breathing as I moved.
He shifted his magical fingers between my legs, and again the pressure began to build until I pulled away from him.
“Release me,” he begged.
“Release you how?” I asked, echoing words he had once asked me.
“The deal. Release me.”
I stood and dragged the tip of my finger slowly up his chiseled torso again, going to his neck and finally his lips until he closed them around my finger.“I release you from our bargain.”
He lunged forward, grabbed my naked ass, lifted me up, and carried me to the bed.
I laughed as he tossed me down. I laid before him, spread wide open, wet, and waiting.
Again, he watched me. Studied me. The prowl in his steps as he moved every bit as seductive as his pointed stare.
