Page 42 of House of Soot

We turn slowly, and I catch our reflection in one of the mirrors lining the walls. We fit together perfectly—his height, my curves, the way my head tucks just under his chin. The sight fills my heart. This feels right. Everything with Blaise feels natural, like we were meant to find each other. I close my eyes and breathe him in.

After dancing, he escorts me to the entrance of a posh, expensive hotel. “If you want to go home, I’ll take you, but I thought it might be nice to be together with some champagne and a very large bed.”

My girlie parts sing. “I’d like that.”

He gives me a cocky, knowing smile. “I thought you might.”

Up in the room, he takes the already waiting bucket with the bottle of champagne and brings it into a bathroom that is nearly the size of my cottage.

“How about a bath and champagne?”

I didn’t think I could ever feel more like I was living a romance than I do at this moment. “Sounds wonderful.”

Steam curls around us as Blaise fills the massive marble tub. He undresses, and for a moment all I can do is look at his perfect form. He’s tall and strong, sculpted. His tattoos are like art on his chest. He could stand like this in a museum and people would admire his beauty.

“You need to strip too.”

I quickly undress.

Blaise holds out his hand. "Come here.” He helps me into the tub, his gaze intense. The way he looks at me with hunger makes body come alive. No one's ever looked at me like that before.

The water is perfectly hot as I sink in, my back against his chest. He hands me a glass of champagne and I sip the cool bubbly. I want to pinch myself because this moment with this man feels so surreal, like a fantasy come true.

Blaise sets his glass aside and slides his hands over my shoulders. I melt into his touch.

“I like touching you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down my neck. "So responsive."

His fingers trail lower, skimming my sides, and I gasp. Every touch feels electric, like he's lighting me up from the inside out.I set my glass aside, and water sloshes as I turn to face him, straddling his lap.

“Do you like it?”

He laughs. “Have I given any indication that I don’t?”

I duck my head, feeling a little embarrassed at needing his reassurance.

“Yes, I like it. I like it a lot.” Blaise captures my mouth in a searing kiss that steals my breath. His hands tangle in my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss. My body, already humming, begins to sizzle with need. I rock against him, desperate for more contact.

“Tell me what you want," he growls against my lips.

"You. Just you."

“Who?”

“You.”

He stops, holding my head with his hands. “Say my name, Jenna. I need to know that you’re not thinking of Ronan Kean when I fuck you.”

His words shock me. Does he think that? A part of me feels like it’s a step too far. But another part knows that my history of pining for Ronan is long. Perhaps like me, Blaise just needs reassurance.

“Blaise. I want Blaise Tine.”

“What would you do for me?” His hands cup my breasts, kneading and sucking until I can hardly think.

I grip his head to me, wanting to make sure he doesn’t stop. “Anything.”

“Anything? Would you suck my dick for me?” His fingers slide between my legs, and I gasp, partly at his words and partly from the shock of pleasure that rockets through me.

“Yes. I’ve never…” The words are lost as his fingers thrust inside me. My hips rock, riding his fingers as pressure builds in my core.

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