Page 450 of Primal Bonds

“A week.”

“It felt like a year. Ten years.” Suddenly, her feet were swept out from beneath her. She squeaked and looped an arm around his neck as he headed down the hall with her in his arms. “But first, your surprise. Close your eyes.”

She obediently shut them. “What is it?”

He nipped her throat. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. No, don’t open them yet.” He set her on the floor and covered her eyes with his hands, nudging her through a doorway.

She gripped his wrists. Was that water she heard?

He took his fingers away. “Go ahead. Look.”

She clapped her hands to her mouth. Amber quartz sconces lit a stone grotto twice the size of his living room. A waterfall fed the pool in the center—a pool large enough for her dolphin with a few yards to spare—and a narrow stream exited from the opposite end, providing further room to swim.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

He caressed her shoulders from behind. “There are crystals set in the walls of the pool to purify the water, but it comes from an underground spring, which is about as pure as Baltimore water gets.”

She turned in his arms. “I love it. I—” She shook her head, throat tight. “How—?”

A shrug. “We worked around the clock—me and three other stoneworkers. We didn’t carve it all by hand. I blasted out the main cavity, then we went from there.”

“It’s incredible. I can’t believe you did this—and so fast.”

“You’re my mate. I want you to be happy.”

She took his face between her hands and kissed him on the lips. “I love it, and I love you. Thank you.” She knelt to trail a hand in the water.

It was cool, clean-smelling. Perfect.

He smiled down at her. “Go ahead. Take a swim.”

“I will.” Rising to her feet, she set a hand on his chest and walked him backward until he was against the wall. She started undoing his shirt buttons. “Later. First, I have to thank my mate properly.”

A slow grin. “I think I’m going to like this.”

She helped him out of the shirt and dropped it on the stone floor. Removing her bra and panties, she sank to her knees before him.

His breath rasped in. “In the red boots? You know this is my fantasy, right?”

“Yeah?” She eased his zipper down over his erection and freed him from his boxers. “Tell me more.” She licked her way around the rim, delicate, teasing touches.

His cock jerked beneath her touch.

Adric fisted his hands. His hips strained toward her.

She gripped one hip with her hand and wrapped the other around his hard stalk. It was so thick, her fingers barely made it around. She swiped her tongue over the smooth head, and he groaned.

His hands threaded into her hair, holding her in place as he stroked into her mouth.

“In my fantasy,” he said, “you come to me, wet from the water, wearing those fuck-me boots and nothing else. I order you to get on your knees and take me, and you do. Because you like it as much as me.”

The hot, dark words sent a jolt of excitement to her already soaked sex.

“You say you like my taste. My scent.”

“Mm.” She moaned around him. “I do.”

“You say, I See a lot of sex in your future.”

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