Page 43 of Dark Sun (Wicked Lovely 6)

Then the hands on her hips shifted, and his thumbs were between her thighs. He traced the ribboned edge of her panties, watching her face as he did so. He didn’t go any further than that.

“Under the fabric or over it?” was all he said.

“Yes.” She didn’t blush, didn’t look away. “Please? No one else has ever touched my body there . . . only me.”

He groaned. “Someday, I would love to see that, but right now . . . kneel over me.”

She moved, and he parted his legs, bracing his back against the rock side of the hot spring, so he was a table to support her.

“I don’t want to ignore your needs,” she whispered as she tried to stroke him, too.

This time, the dark laugh that slipped between Urian’s lips made her whimper. “Thisis my need. Trust me. Put your hands on the side of the wall, Katherine.”

And maybe it was the falling night, or the fear that this would be unfinished before the faeries arrived here, or maybe it was the act of surrendering the control she’d been holding over him for hours, but Katherine obeyed without question.

“Like this?” He stroked her gently over her remaining clothing, and she gasped.

Then he moved the material to the side, and his fingers slid inside her body. “Or like this?”

She leaned backwards, bowing her body, arching into his touch.

And Urian completed the lesson she’d asked for when she’d asked to touch him. A worrying voice asked her how she would ever let go of him when this fling passed, but that voice was drowned by the waves of pleasure that were making her writhe and whimper under his touch.

If not for the desperate noises he was also making—and had been making for hours--she might feel embarrassed.

“This is what we are,” Urian told her, staring at her as she trembled from the first orgasm anyone had given her. “Days, and months, and years of this, Katherine. I can give that to you.”

She bit her lip to keep promises from escaping.

“My queen, my everything,” he murmured, as he slid her closer to his body. “Your clothes are between us, love. May I touch youthisway? Not intercourse. That was your rule . . .”

As he spoke, she felt the length she had held in her hand nestled between her legs, firm against her silk-covered skin, pressing exactly where she was still throbbing with desire.

“Yes.”

And he began to move, hands on her hips.

After a moment, she ordered, “Step forward.”

Urian obeyed as easily as she had obeyed him, and Katherine locked her ankles behind him. No passive partner, Katherine moved as she needed, her body finding the rhythm of this dance as easily as every other thing that day.

“Made for me,” he whispered against her mouth.

Afterward, Katherine watched Urian step out of the hot spring, naked and dripping. The thought that this was her day, her life right now, seemed so far from everything before him that she pinched her own arm.

He caught her. “Still awake, love?”

“You aren’t . . . this . . .” She shook her head. “I fear I’ve lost half my words, and all my sense.”

He reached out a hand to help her out of the pool. “You aren’t alone in feeling thus.”

It felt foolish, but she was grateful when he turned his back to dress.

Katherine slid her last piece of clothing off, standing completely naked in the forest with an equally naked Urian, and she couldn’t suppress a flicker of a thought that there was no need to stop where they had.

Why pause?

Why meet other people?

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