Page 85 of Emerald Flame
He kissed her again and started soaping all the way down her arms. “I can see clearly, and it is a damn miracle. I’ve had several good witches try to heal me, but nothing worked. So, thank you.”
She took the bar of soap from the wall inset where Warren had put it and began creating her own mound of foam. “It’s us, Warren, not just me. Together, we’ve somehow helped each other because my scars have smoothed out to a large extent as well, but I wasn’t able to heal them before. Not even a little.”
He pulled back and glanced at her breasts and abdomen. “That goes to show how male I am. All I saw and felt were your breasts.”
She laughed. “But look.” She held her arms wide and he took in the diminished scarring.
He traced some of the silvery lines. “You’re right. I’d say it’s gone by half.”
“I think so, too.”
He squeezed her breasts. “It doesn’t matter how the job got done. I’m grateful.”
“Me, too.” She looked him up and down and with her hands foamy, she said, “Let’s trade positions.”
She moved to the side of him. He did the same and slipped under the hot overhead stream. “Damn that feels good.”
She gave him a minute of just enjoying the water before she put her hands on his muscles. Since he was pushing his hair back, she could do nothing but admire the strength of his chest and arms, the rippled appearance of his abs, and the taut lines that angled down his groin. His cock was in a beautiful state of partial arousal. She loved the look. It wasn’t at full-attention, but angled in a downward slant.
She started at his shoulders. Just as she’d done, he leaned back and enjoyed the stream of water while she massaged his muscles. Every part of him was built and hard. Just feeling the contours of his body made her ache between her legs. Yet it was more than that. Her heart felt warm and beat in a steady rhythm that echoed his name, Warren. Warren. Warren.
She knew she loved him down to the depths of her soul. She settled her head over his sternum, so she could hear his heart, not caring if the soap on his pecks got on her face.
It beat the sound she loved and spoke his name, Warren, Warren.
I’m so grateful for this time with you.
Me, too.He surrounded her with his arms and held her tight.Are you very tired? I guess what I’m asking is if I should put you to bed and let you rest.
She craned her neck to look up at him. “I’m not that tired.”
His smile was crooked. “Good. I want you looking up at my ceiling because I’m feeling hungry.”
A full body shiver passed over her as his meaning broke across her mind.
“Let’s get the soap off.”
It took less than a minute to take care of business so that soon she stood in the bathroom drying off with a towel. Warren did the same.
When she was done, she plucked a wash cloth from a nearby shelf. He drew near, picked her up off her feet and shifted to levitation. She loved how fast he could move without banging into anything.
He flew to the bed flipped the covers back and settled her against the cool sheets. He then slid his hands beneath her thighs and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. When he sank to his knees, she uttered a soft cry.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She obeyed and watched his eyes flare. “You’re beautiful, Kiara, in every way.” He leaned down and kissed the mound of her sex first, then began to lick.
She cried out, but it was as much from the way her heart had swelled as by the sensation of his tongue stroking her sex. All this man, this muscle, this warrior, and she got to have him right now. Tears bit her eyes once more.
From the time she’d entered Five Bridges, she’d lost the hair covering her sex. She had no idea why this has been part of her experience. But as Warren started to suck on her, she was supremely grateful nothing stood between his mouth and her skin.
She was groaning heavily before he’d barely sucked and licked for thirty seconds. She looked down at him, at the way his head moved, bobbed and shifted about. When his tongue appeared, and took a long swipe over all her sensitive tissue, her whole body arched with pleasure.
Watching him dip lower, she knew what would come next.
She closed her eyes and for a moment couldn’t breathe.
Warren was here. With her. Tending to her. Taking care of her most primal need.
