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I followed her direction, moving the cloth across Kasi’s shoulders in slow, deliberate circles. Her skin was warm. With each pass of the cloth, I felt the tension in her muscles gradually release.
Romeca observed us for several long moments. Her expression was unreadable in the flickering light. Finally, she nodded, apparently satisfied with my technique.
“Niece, get some rest tonight,” she said, directing her words to Kasi. “The bath will work while you sleep, if it’s going to work at all. I’ll see you both in the morning.” She moved toward the door with an ethereal grace unique to her kind. “We’ll need all our strength to face what comes next.”
Romeca left the room. I continued bathing Kasi’s smooth back, but my movements slowed. There was more caressing than cleansing. My hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her spine through the cloth. “Your heritage doesn’t define you,” I said softly. “It’s part of you, but not all of you.”
The washcloth became an unnecessary barrier between us. I set it aside and placed my bare hand on her shoulder, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch. My fingers trailed down her back, following the path the cloth had taken, but slower.
Kasi turned in the bath to face me, water sloshing gently against the sides of the tub. The milky liquid partially obscured her body, but candlelight caught the curves above the surface. Her eyes seemed to call me. Perhaps the fae magic was already working on her.
“Seven,” she whispered, reaching for me.
I leaned forward, one hand braced against the tub’s edge, the other cupping her face. Our lips met in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened with a hunger that never seemed to diminish no matter how many times we’d been together.
My hand slipped lower, caressing her breast beneath the milky water. I felt her nipple harden against my palm. She made a small sound against my lips that sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock. The coolness of my touch contrasted with the warmth of the bath, creating sensations that made her arch into my hand, seeking more.
“I love you.” She murmured against my mouth with her hands tugging at the collar of my shirt.
“I love you, forever.” I said. It was the most natural response I had to my chosen mate. But did I choose her, or did she choose me? In that moment, I realized neither of us had a choice. We were fated, destined, made to be as one.
I stood and undressed with vampire speed. My clothes landed in a heap on the floor. Kasi’s eyes traveled over my naked form. Her appreciation was evident. Even after all this time, I admired the gaze of a lover. This lover.
I stepped into the bath, ousting water that spilled over the sides and onto the marble floor. The tub was large. It was built long ago when baths were a luxury even for the wealthy, but with both of us, the water rose nearly to the rim.
I settled in behind her, my legs encircling her body. I pulled her back against my chest. The water felt charged around us.Flower petals clung to Kasi’s brown skin. I brushed them away with gentle strokes that soon became more sensual caresses.
My hands continued their exploration, one sliding between her legs to find her already aroused. Her head fell back against my shoulder. I could hear her heart racing, and the blood rushing through her veins like a concerto only I could hear. The predator in me responded to that sound as it always did— with hunger. The vampire in me transformed that hunger into desire.
Kasi turned in my arms, water swirling around us as she straddled my lap. Now I had the best vantage point to see her ample tits. The best set of chocolate drops any woman could possess. Her soft lips found mine again. Her hands tangled in my hair as she pressed her body against mine. The sensation of her warm body sent shocks of pleasure through me. Fuck! I wanted to fuck. I gripped her hips, guiding her down onto my waiting cock. As she lowered herself onto my thick, rigid blade, she let out a gasp that echoed off the bathroom walls. The taut pussy of a fairy, my fairy, was otherworldly. Inside Kasi, I felt like I’d been teleported into a heavenly realm.
We moved together slowly at first. The water created resistance that forced us to savor each sensation. Rose petals and violets drifted around us, clinging to our skin before being dislodged by our lustful movements. The charmed bath seemed to amplify everything. The slide of skin against skin magnified the pleasure that banded us tighter with each movement.
Kasi’s eyes met mine in the candlelight. I was struck by how much power this woman held over me. She had brought me to my knees figuratively and literally. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she moved faster over my cock. The bathwater splashed over the edge of the tub with each rise and fall of her alluring body.
My every nerve ending felt alive even though I was considered dead. In such a short time, my fae bae had learned towork her hips and ride my cock just the way I loved. She was a fast learner. She was a rodeo star, grinding, rocking and rolling over my stiff dick. Watching her pleasure gave me pleasure. Watching her beautiful chocolate tits made my fangs extend. I wanted to come, but I bit down into my bottom lip instead. Breaking the skin, I felt the blood drip from my lip and run down my chin. I released one hand from Kasi’s hip to wipe the blood from my face. There was only one thing to do. I needed to see my love taste my blood as I had tasted hers.
With one swift motion, I reached from her luscious lips and pushed two of my bloody fingers into her mouth. Without hesitation, she took my fingers deep into her mouth, licking and then sucking my crimson essence into her throat. When she cleaned my fingers, I grabbed her neck and held it until she gasped for breath. I held her life in my hands, but she held my life as well. Without her, I could no longer live. She was a part of me. She was all of me, and I would never let anyone come between us.
Overwhelmed by my love for her, I relaxed down and rested my head back on the edge of the tub. I closed my eyes and let the magic of my fae take me to a place I knew I didn’t belong— heaven. When climax finally claimed us, it wasn’t quick. The sharp release of our passion expanded through time, reverberating between us like echoes in a secret cave. Kasi cried out, her body arching as pleasure overwhelmed her. I jerked forward and held her tightly. My own release followed hers. I buried my face against her neck to muffle the monstrous sounds that might carry through the mansion.
After our orgasms, we remained entwined in the cooling water. Her head was resting against my chest, with my arms encircling her protectively. The bath’s milky color had cleared. The ritual was either complete or interrupted by our fiercelovemaking. I wasn’t certain which, and in that moment, I didn’t particularly care.
“Do you think it worked?” Kasi asked quietly. “The ritual?”
I pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “We’ll see if you fly away from me.” My hand moved to her shoulder blades and back, feeling for any changes, any sign of emerging wings. The skin felt normal. I knew it wouldn’t happen this soon, but there was no harm in perusing the area.
Kasi whispered in my ear. “Seven, I would never fly away from you.” Her words comforted me.
She nodded against my chest, and I tightened my embrace, wishing I could shield her from everything past, present and future— from Desmond, from the Bambara Brotherhood, even from the uncertainties of her changing nature. But some battles couldn’t be fought with fangs and strength. Some of life’s transformations had to be endured rather than prevented. After all this time on Earth, I was still learning this lesson.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
SEVEN
Idescended the grand staircase of Crackstone Manor at dawn. The ritual bath with Kasi still clung to my skin. The floral scent lingered on both of us. As I moved through the shadowed hallway toward the library, I wondered what changes might manifest in Kasi. Would her fae abilities strengthen? Whatever transformations awaited her, I had vowed to stand beside her through them all. But first, I needed to rescue Brooklyn from Desmond Moreau’s clutches, and the strategy meeting awaiting me would determine whether we succeeded or failed.
