Page 9 of Hopeless Kingdom
“No?” he repeats slowly, still gripping the top of his boxers.
“Those stay on. You’re helpingme, remember?”
A humming groan rumbles through his chest as he breathes out a smile.
“Right.” He nods his head as he begins to stalk toward me. “I’m here to help you.” His words are spoken pointedly. He lowers himself into the tub, his arms caging me in as he holds himself above me, gripping the sides of the bath. My legs fall open with a rush as he lowers himself between my thighs. “I’ll help you forget how angry you are.”
The corded muscles of his arms are cut with lines as he holds his weight above me. He’s all around me but barely touching me.
“I doubt that,” I say with a smile.
His lips brush over my damp hair as his hips finally settle against mine. The hardness tucked away within his drenched boxers drags against my sensitive folds. “I’ll help you so good, you’ll forgive me,” he whispers.
Another gentle rock of his hard dick against my clit has my eyes fluttering closed, my heartbeat pounding loudly.
The warmth of our bodies fades away as he pulls back from me. With hazy eyes, I stare up at him as he kneels between my legs. He licks his lips slowly and his gaze trails down my bare skin. Every inch of me is exposed like an offering to him. A teasing skim of his index finger against my inner thigh has me shaking beneath his minimal touch.
The soap pulls from my palm as he glides it down my body. He takes his time, letting his fingers explore the soft skin of my inner thigh and down the long length of my leg. My heart pounds at the feel of his skimming touch. I smile as he lathers up my feet before cupping water to rain down on my skin, washing away the glistening bubbles.
The water’s barely warm now. My hair hangs in pale, cold strands against my shoulders.
The heated look in his eyes meets mine as he lifts my left leg and places it against his shoulder. My slick skin meets his and my lips part with an unsteady breath. A gentle kiss feathers across my calf as his strong hands hold my thigh. Hot breath fans across my skin as the soap sinks to the bottom of the tub, forgotten.
Ever so slowly, his palm lightly trails up the length of my leg; over my knee, along my inner thigh and he circles the soft skin there before he finally brushes over my most sensitive spot.
His attention sinks into me, soaking up every one of my emotions.
I physically feel his gaze heating my face as he watches me with flaring attention. My eyes fall closed as his fingers push up and then down, tightening that feeling deep inside me. A shaking gasp leaves my lips as he sinks two fingers into me. His thumb rubs over my clit with every leisurely stroke of his fingers.
Everything in my life slips away as he makes me forget with the steady pace of his demanding hand.
He was right; I do forget how angry I was.
My legs shake as he begins to pound harder into me. The waters of the bath begin to lap against my chest with the rhythm of his movements.
“Come for me, Kara,” he demands, stroking me faster, rubbing perfect pressure against my clit. Roughly, his other hand grips my hip, holding me in place for him.
A moan pulls from me at the tone of his voice, the sound of it drifts through the room. The hard edge of the tub meets the back of my head as my spine bows against the waters. A shaking cry is all I have when he arches his fingers and my sex clenches tightly, my legs shaking in the cold water.
Waves of pleasure course through me, and I soak up the feeling while Daxdyn watches every second of it.
The feel of his fingers slipping from me is grounding. My eyes flutter open just as he leans forward and presses a kiss to my inner thigh. His hot tongue skims across his lips, flicking against my skin. Another incoherent sound slips from my mouth. A look of fire burns in his hooded eyes as he places another hot, teasing kiss to the soft skin of my inner thigh.
I feel weak. Weak and powerful all at once.
“Daxdyn.” His eyes flare at the sound of his rasping name on my lips.
His hand drifts through the soapy water and rests low on my hip, his body angling closer to mine; poised for whatever it is I might say next.
The rise and fall of his chest is his only reply as he waits eagerly for me to finish my sentence. I’m spread out before him, my calf still resting against his shoulder.
“Tell me why you brought me here.”
Slowly his eyes close as a smile spreads over his features.
“You are persistent, do you know that?”
Daxdyn makes it hard not to like him, not to trust him entirely. But I try anyway. I untangle my body from his and step from the tub, water trails across the hardwood floors as I let the cool air dry my skin. The feel of his gaze on my body makes my hips sway a bit more than usual as I walk to the wardrobe.
