Page 86 of Surrendering Hope (The Hope Legacy)

A sad smile tilts my lips. “I would expect no less.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Natia

The biggest fear of a Taurus is loving someone more than they are loved.

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, I feel whole for the first time since… well, since we were last here. I scowl at the sheets on the bed as I follow Archan through the double doors that lead to his walk-in closet. He grabs a white shirt and pair of trousers from the hundreds of items hung in neat rows and points to the left. I blink at the wall covered in women’s clothing. I thought Zac said they had a few things.

“Is this the leftovers of the women you’ve had up here?” I resist slapping myself, but curse at my jealous tone. The guy is thousands of years old, it’s not like he was a virgin when he met me. I finger a soft as silk red tank top, my favorite color. Archan’s heat washes over my back as he tugs on the towel I have clasped at my breasts. He places gentle kisses on my neck, tingles zip down my spine as a fever brews once again inside me.

He pulls the tank top off the hanger and throws it on the bench in the center of the room, then drops kisses down my naked spine. I suppose there are worse ways of distracting me from eons of exes. His hands skim the curve of my breasts as his mouth trails a blazing path over my ass. A sharp sting erupts as his teeth sink into my soft flesh. I slam my hand against the wall to keep upright and glare at him over my shoulder. His mouth spreads in a wicked way that tells me getting dressed is the last thing on his mind.

He pushes his hands between my knees, forcing me to spread them apart. “What are you doing?” I whisper. Through my legs he pulls the drawer open, I glance at the underwear displayed.

He pulls out a red silk bra and matching panties, before pushing the drawer closed. He grasps the panties in his hands and taps my right leg. I lift it as he slips them on, doing the same with my left leg. For every inch he pulls them up, he chases with kisses and licks. By the time I have them on, I’m panting in frustration. Who torments someone with foreplay whilst they are putting clothes on? He stands with the bra in one hand and a tilt to his lips.

“Turn around,” he mutters, his voice hoarse.

“I can dress myself,” I say as I turn to grab the bra. He snatches it behind his back.

“But would it be as much fun?”

I cock an eyebrow. “Since when are you all about the fun?”

He tilts his head, a silent demand. I drop my arm and stand like an idiot who can’t dress herself. He palms one breast and closes his mouth over the other. My head drops back on a gasp. He tugs, nips and sucks until both nipples are like diamonds and my heart is thundering in my chest. Wrapping my aching breasts in red silk, I almost lose it. He was going to drive me insane as he dressed me and leave me like this.

“This is a dangerous game you are playing, Mr Reinheart.”

His gold eyes swim with emotion as he captures mine. “Who says it’s a game, Miss Waterford?”

I push on his chest with a strength which surprises us both. I drop to my knees and tug at his trousers. Two can play at this game. My hand clasps around his firm length, I’m sure most mortal men don’t have a ten-minute recovery time. But I’m sleeping with a god, not a man. Still, every male can be brought to heel with a woman’s mouth. Tugging him free of his underwear, his cock springs free. He grips my hair. “What are you doing, Natia?”

Holding eye contact, I breathe over the heated tip. Fascinated when a shudder goes through his body. I’m not experienced, but how hard can it be? I almost chuckle at my joke. Flicking my tongue out, I lick the bead of moisture off the end, the taste masculine and one hundred percent him. God, the groan which escapes him has me wiggling on my knees as my core floods with heat. This is both a position of submission and power. Wrapping my lips around him, I take the first few inches into my mouth and explore the vein running underneath with my tongue. His grip tightens in my hair, I’m taking a wild guess he likes it, as he tips his head back and utters some colorful curses. I set a slow, exploratory pace, going a little deeper, holding him a little longer as I test my own limits.

He tugs on my hair and meets my eyes. “Up,” he growls.

I release him with a pop, and smile with victory as he scoops me under the arms to get me on my feet. He spins me around so my back is to his chest. “Hands on the bench, Natia, and don’t let go.”

I bend over to lay my palms flat on the bench and glance at him over my shoulder as he grips my hips, kicks my legs open wide, pulls my panties to the side and slams inside me. A delicious burn, lingering on the right side of pain, scalds my insides. Wrapping my hair in his fist, he snaps my head back, and pushes on the base of my spine with his other hand. He licks the side of my neck. “Did you enjoy having my cock down your throat?” he purrs.

“Yes,” I grit out. His teeth sink into my shoulder, making my breath hitch as the pain zips to my core.

“You like the bite of pain I give you just as much as the pleasure,” he rumbles.

He powers into me, making my head swim. I go to deny it, but the words get stuck in my throat. Fucking Nathan. Archan chuckles, just as a sharp sting erupts across my ass cheek. I try to turn my head to tell him to get fucked. But he grips my hair tighter and smacks me again. Everything in me tightens, destroying any sense of denial I was mustering up. Tingles race down my spine as he rubs the heat flaring across my flesh. The burn sinks deeper. My fingers tighten on the bench as I struggle with the velocity he’s set. My orgasm lingers just out of my reach.

“Are you ready to come, Natia?” he growls.

“Yes,” I pant.

He tightens his hand in my hair, the sting on my scalp on the verge of pain. His other hand leaves my spine and brushes over my breasts, before making its way down. Feather-light caresses against my sensitive core have me clenching in frustration. “I’m going to need more than that, asshole.”

He snorts as his hand leaves me. “Ready?” he mutters against my ear.

“Like yesterday,” I huff out.

A hard smack lands on my delicate flesh. I suck in a breath as my heart thunders out of my chest. Nothing could have prepared me for the burst of pain and resulting pleasure which flashes through my entire body. My toes curl against the carpet and my spine arches further. I close my eyes and watch the colors spiral around me. Archan loses his rhythm as I pull him over the edge with me. His head drops on to my back as we both catch our breath.

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