Page 32 of The Naiad's Lover

I walked to the bottom of the bed and set a knee on the mattress.

He immediately sat up and reached for me.

I stopped him with a shake of my head.

Scowling, he watched intently as I climbed on and crawled towards him on hands and knees. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

I shifted over him until I was positioned over his lap. Lowering myself down, I settled my weight on the tops of his thighs. His shaft jutted up between us. His hands went to my face and his eyes were fixed on my smiling mouth. He flicked his gaze up as if asking for permission.

“Kiss me,” I said.

He did, before I’d even finished ordering it.

I held the sides of his neck and kept him from deepening the kiss. He strained for me but quickly settled into it, following my pace.

He feathered his hands up and down my back but stopped grabbing. The kiss turned sweet. His soft exhalations struck my cheek. I lifted away and kissed the tip of his nose and between his elegant eyebrows on my way to rest my chin on top of his head. His height meant that, even sitting on his lap, I could only manage it if he bent down.

The arms wrapped around me tightened then eased as we sat together, breathing. His face was tucked into my neck and I held him, a surge of tenderness welling up from deep inside me. He rearranged his arms and tugged me closer as he opened his mouth on my neck. He didn’t push. He sucked gently, brushed his lips back and forth, had a little nibble.

In the end, I was the one who moved things on.

I’d always been more interested in driving a partner towards their own pleasure than receiving pleasure for myself, but with Sayan it had become an obsession.

I leaned back, lifted his face, and kissed him hard.

He grunted, a little surprised by the sudden shift in my mood, but more than receptive to it. I pushed my tongue into his mouth even as I pushed a hand down between us and took him in a punishing grip. His body jerked, hips bucking up and almost dislodging me.

I wanted, fiercely, to take him then, as I used to take. To have a shaft that would harden and stay hard, to slide into him and own him from the inside out, to brand him and let him know that he was mine, for that moment and forever.

My stomach twisted with an acid pang of regret that I couldn’t.

I’d managed to get an erection more than once during the winter I’d spent with Sayan, but it hadn’t lasted and I’d never allowed myself to engage with it beyond observing it and moving on.

But now I wanted to maintain it long enough touseit, dammit.

“Erik,” Sayan murmured against my lips. “Erik, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I angled his face to the side and slid my mouth to his neck. I strung a line of sucking kisses down to his collarbone and back up to the hinge of his jaw. He dropped his head against the pillows and moaned for me.

No one made noises like my Sayan. No one.

I drove my hand into his long, tangled hair, making him hiss. His eyelids lowered and he panted, watching me. I tightened my fingers and pulled, drawing his head back and exposing his throat. He flexed beneath me and his eyes closed, cheeks flushing sweetly.

I darted in to bite at his plump mouth, making his eyes pop open in surprise. “I want to take you,” I growled.

“I am yours.”

I groaned and tightened my grip on his hair again, loving his responsive gasp. “I can’t. Not the way I want.”

His large hands went to my waist and he lifted me with that effortless strength that still—and always would—gave me chills. He set me in a high kneeling position and slithered down from the pillows to lie flat. He raised his arms above his head, eyeson mine, and stretched himself out in a long ripple. His muscles flowed like water.

“If you cannot take me exactly how you want, take me in another way.” His knowing gaze went to my cock. It was hard, but not quite halfway. He slid a hand up my thigh and in to hold my balls for a second before drifting behind to stroke at my hole. He raised a brow.

I shook my head sharply. Yes, I’d intended to ride him when I first climbed onto the bed, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

Besides, it might start with me taking him but it always ended with him taking me. He still hadn’t yet managed to not flip me over in the middle of things and finish on top of me.

A smile flickered over my face and I caught his wrist, drawing his hand out from between my legs.

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