Page 39 of God Touched

"Deviant woman," he mocked and kissed her velvet-clad ankle before lowering her feet down. She squeaked in surprise as he pulled her upright and slung her over his shoulder.

"You better not be planning to carry me bare ass through your damn castle," she warned him.

"And how exactly would you stop me, darling?" he asked, thoroughly amused. Dark shadows and magic covered them, and suddenly they were in a bedchamber. Arawan placed her on the edge of a bed and unzipped her boots, tugging them off one at a time.

"Stay there," he said, lifting her chin and kissing her once. Imogen tried to pull him down on top of her, but he laughed softly. "I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."

He released her and disappeared into a bathroom, giving her an excellent view of his lean muscular back and goddamn perfect ass.

Totally tapped that,Imogen thought and giggled like a cum drunk fiend. The water turned on in the bathroom, and she realized he was filling the deep tub. Arawan appeared again, leaning against the door.

Imogen didn't have words for how good he looked, all mussed. A delighted male smile crept over his face.

"What?" she asked, patting at her messy nest of hair.

"You look like you've been fucked hard and well," he replied.

Imogen flopped back on the bed. "My memory is hazy. You might have to do it again to remind me how good it was."

Arawan lay down on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. "Oh, I'll definitely be fucking you again. Unfortunately, I have to go and deal with Owain first. If I leave it until tomorrow, it gives him too much time to bribe guards and any supporters of his to try and help him escape."

Imogen tucked his hair behind his ear. "If you're going to torture him, start with his dick."

"Brutal." Arawan frowned. "Why?"

"Because he seemed really proud when he told me all about his prowess," she replied. "He struck me as someone who wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I see," he said, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Would you like to join me?"

Imogen kissed the tip of his nose. "No, thanks. I've never been much interested in fighting anything that can't fight back."

"Stay here until I return. If Owain does have supporters in the castle, I want you to be safe. Have a bath and relax. I'll be back soon," Arawan said and started to rise.

Imogen's legs locked around his hips. "That's not how you leave after my magnificent pussy just blew your brains out."

Arawan laughed and kissed her so thoroughly that she started to grind up against him, already turned on enough to fuck him senseless again.

"That's better," she said breathlessly. She gave his ass a pat. "Now go torture me a courtier, you gorgeous fuck."

Arawan shook his head at her. "We really need to do something about how filthy your mouth is," he said, pulling himself upright.

Imogen put her hands behind her head and smiled up at him. "Trust me, your godliness, when the time comes, you will love how filthy this mouth can get."

18

Imogen woke the following day wrapped in a thick black velvet comforter. She was also alone. Unease curled in her stomach. She didn't think Arawan was the kiss and avoid kind of guy, but clearly, she was wrong.

Time to leave while you still have some dignity, Ironwood, she told herself sternly and got out of bed.

She didn't know what had happened to the scraps of fabric that remained of her dress, so she grabbed one of Arawan's black shirts.

Making sure the hall outside the room was empty, Imogen walked quickly back to her own suite. It wasn't a moment too soon because she had only managed to get a robe wrapped around herself when Duncan arrived with her breakfast.

"My lady, I'm surprised to see you awake after last night's festivities," he said, placing the tray down.

"I was hungry. Thanks, Duncan," she said with a smile and shut the door.

Fuck, that was close.Imogen poured herself a coffee and checked her phone. She had three messages waiting from Freya. She dialed her number and waited.

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