Page 112 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
I waved him off. “Your pores say otherwise.”
Kades and Yair would have had a field day if they could see the flat, unamused stare Emir gave me but also the way he didn’targue. He just sighed, ran a hand down his face, and muttered, “You got me fucked up.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were both lying back with clay masks on our faces, the staff doing their work while I fought back laughter.
Emir was tense as hell but the moment the esthetician stepped away, I turned my head to him and whispered, “You look really cute.”
He cut his eyes at me and smiled, shaking his head.
I bit my lip, barely holding back my laugh. “Should I take a picture?”
“Baylyn, don’t make me curse you the fuck out.”
I lost it, laughing so hard my mask almost cracked.
He frowned hard as hell but I caught the small, barely-there smirk on his lips.
He wasn’t mad, and even if he’d never admit it, he was enjoying this just as much as me. By the time we made it to the private steam room, I was fully relaxed with my body loose and warm. I settled onto the bench, tilting my head back, letting my eyes close. I felt Emir across from me, watching.
“You’re staring,” I said quietly.
“I like looking at you.”
My eyes snapped open, meeting his.
He was leaning back, arms draped along the bench with a towel wrapped securely around his waist. Relaxed. Unbothered.
The way he looked at me made my pussy very aware of him and that we were alone. “Thank you for this.”
His eyes trailed over me slowly. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“I do. Today was perfect.”
He didn’t say anything, just watched. So I stood, crossed the room, and yanked at my towel which dropped to the floor. When I reached him, I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, pressingmy forehead against his. I leaned into his chest and my bare skin pressed against his. My damn nipples were so sensitive they ached from the contact.
I rocked against him slowly, teasing at first before I circled my hips, feeling how hard he was beneath me.
His fingers flexed, his jaw tense as he watched me through lowered eyes.
“You trying to get fucked in here?” His voice was low and thick.
I circled my hips once more. “What if I am?”
His grip tightened and he dragged me a little closer, until I had all of him, heavy and thick, pressing against my pussy.
“Then you better hope this shit is soundproof.”
I bit my lip, rocking against him again. This time, he let out a quiet groan, his fingers pressing harder into my skin.
His patience snapped.
With one hand, he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me down into a kiss. His other hand slid between us, gripping himself while I lifted just enough for him to guide me exactly where he wanted me.
I moaned in satisfaction. The stretch had me sucking in a sharp breath and digging my nails into his shoulders as I took him in, inch by inch.
Emir let out a deep, gravelly groan before his forehead met mine.
“Fuck, Baylyn.”
