Page 83 of The Dark Mage
“Now I know what paradise truly is,” he murmured as his fingers trailed up her thigh and over her rounded stomach to her breasts.
She bit her bottom lip in pleasure at the compliment.Heat flared as he touched her, tiny flames licking across her skin in gentle, tickling caresses.
In return, she devoured him with her eyes, enjoying his toned muscles and tracing the lines of his scars.They kissed and touched each other slowly, savoring and enjoying their connection.
When Fael began to drift, Ren’wyn snuggled against him, resting her head where his shoulder met his chest.His heartbeat was steady, and his skin was warm beneath her cheek, and only contentment followed them into sleep, wrapped in each other’sarms.
The morning maids rolled their eyes, convinced the evening staff had exaggerated what they’d heard from the upstairs room.But when they brought the bathtub up, curiosity got the better of them.The girls lingered near the door, hoping for a glimpse of the notorious couple.
To their disappointment, the maids found only a woman brushing her hair in front of the mirror and a man gazing out the window, seemingly lost in thought.They filled the tub with heated water, curtsied awkwardly, and scurried out as Fael shut the door behind them.The click of the lock sent them into fits of giggles as they rushed downstairs, eager to speculate on the truth of the rumors.
The tub was a tight fit for two, but Fael knelt and pulled Ren’wyn into his lap, pouring water over her shoulders and hair.The warm water soothed her pleasantly sore body.He washed her hair with lavender soap, his nimble fingers massaging her scalp.Laughing, he awkwardly dunked his head beside hers to rinse himselfoff.
When his hands drifted low, tracing the curve of her waist, the hard length of him pressed into herback.
“Do you ever get tired?”she teased, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder.
He made love to her in the tub, her soft cries of ecstasy floating toward the ceiling as darkness swirled under the water like ink.She clutched the edge of the tub, arching into his strong embrace as her orgasm burned her from the insideout.
Satisfied and relaxed, she turned to wash Fael’s chest and back as she straddled his lap.He sighed contentedly, his eyes closed, and she softened further, loving the sound of his pleasure.When they were clean, Fael held her close, kissing her shoulders, neck, and mouth until they were both dazed and senseless.
They dressed leisurely and ordered breakfast to the room.The maids who brought the food avoided making eye contact with Fael, who smiled shamelessly, the picture of satisfaction.His own shout had been loud enough for the maids to know exactly what the two lovers had been up to during their bath.Ren’wyn felt a deep swoop in her stomach—part embarrassment, part pride—at the look on his face, knowing she was the reason for it.
After finishing their meal, they headed out for the dress shop.The innkeeper and staff gaped as they left, while the wide-eyed guests whispered behind raised hands.
The seamstress had worked wonders overnight.Ren’wyn tried on a dress with a boned bodice in a deep amethyst, another in soft gray, and a set of traditional Luremalan clothes in petal pink with delicate embroidery.She also tried on black and brown leggings and charcoal gray tunics perfect for everydaywear.
“They’re perfect,” Ren’wyn told the seamstress, smoothing her hands over the soft fabric.
“Wouldn’t your husband like to comment?”the seamstress asked in her honeyed accent.
Ren’wyn remembered the local customs and smiled.“Of course.”
She stepped out of the dressing room in the amethyst dress, feeling like an exotic flower.The fabric set off her pale skin and dark blonde hair beautifully.
Fael’s eyes widened as he took her in, his gaze traveling from the cinched waist to the curve of her bust and up to her face, which glowed with delight.
“May I have a moment with my wife?”Fael asked the seamstress courteously.
“Certainly.”The seamstress smiled knowingly and slipped into the backroom.
Fael crossed the distance faster than Ren’wyn thought possible, pushing her firmly into the curtained dressingroom.
“How am I supposed to let you out of this store?”he growled, his hands gripping her backside as he rolled his hips intohers.
“Fael!”she gasped, half protesting, half laughing.“We’re in public!”
With a reluctant groan, he released her and steppedback.
“Spin for me, beautiful,” he said, twirling a finger.
Ren’wyn spun for him, a coy smile playing on her lips as she watched the way his mouth tightened in frustration.His hands rested on his hips, and his gaze smoldered.
The seamstress returned and immediately fretted when she saw Fael’s expression.“Oh no—does it not please you,sir?”
Fael’s face broke into a broad grin.“It’s exquisite.Almost enough for the woman wearing it.”
Ren’wyn flushed hot, wondering how her entire body hadn’t burst into flames.The thought of Fael’s fire on her bare skin made her blush harder.
