Page 91 of Golden Queen
His hands came back up to my breasts. He cupped them, lifting them as though testing their weight. "And these," he groaned, closing his eyes for a heartbeat. "Dear gods, Sera, these are my favorite things in the world."
He said it so seriously that I burst out laughing. He joined me, laughing against my lips as he kissed me.
When I began to undo the buttons of his shirt, he stopped me. "I need a bath. You go get in my bed—"
He turned me toward the big, comfortable-looking bed. "I'll be right back and see if I can pay proper homage to those glorious tits of yours."
He gave me a playful swat on my backside before he turned to the bathing chamber.
In the end, my patience didn't go as far as his had.
The sound of splashing water drew me up and across the room.
Without even questioning whether he might have wanted some privacy, I pushed open the bathing chamber door.
I found him standing in the middle of the tub under a shower head that I hadn’t noticed mounted in the ceiling.
The sight of him took my breath away.
He was so big—every part of him so wonderfully made.
He had his face turned up to the water, and I didn't think he'd heard me enter.
I went to him like a moth being drawn to a flame, and before I knew what I was doing, I was standing in the tub with him, my body pressed to his.
His arms came around me before he even opened his eyes. "So impatient," he said, looking down at me as the water sluiced over his fine features.
"I came to help," I said, leaning around him to pick up a cloth and a little bar of soap.
He looked at me strangely for a moment, but then his face changed to something like wonder as I worked up the lather and ran the cloth over his chest.
“I can’t say I’ve ever had someone wash me before,” he said as I moved around behind him. “At least not since I was a child.”
“I would’ve thought the Lord of Darkwatch had plenty of handmaidens to see to his every comfort,” I said as I used my fingers to trace the dragon tattoo that ran down his spine. The beast was stylized, the image twisted together into a beautiful representation of Veles.
He snorted. “I don’t have a single handmaiden,” he said with mock disappointment. “Perhaps I should get some. This is quite nice.” He looked over his shoulder with a half-grin.
"Lean down," I said when I finished with his back. I didn't have the nerve to clean any lower.
He turned and did as commanded, sinking to his knees before me.
He was silent as I ran my hands through the thick strands of his beautiful black hair. He closed his eyes and groaned as I massaged his scalp with my fingertips working the soap into a lather. The feeling of him in my hands gave me such a heady rush that I thought I was enjoying it more than he was.
As I tipped his head back into the water to rinse, I noticed he wore that wicked, sly grin of his. I met his dark eyes.
"You really love the sight of me on my knees, don't you, Sera?"
I looked at him seriously. All the strength and perfect features beneath my hands felt like a power that I could somehow wield. "Yes, I admitted. “It never hurts to add a new supplicant to my ranks."
He laughed, and I lost the fight to keep my own face straight. He placed a kiss on my stomach, moving lower until the water was running over his head as his tongue delved between my legs.
I nearly fell as I reached release, my body shuddering and trembling. But his hands steadied me, holding me securely as they always did.
He carried me to the bed after we dried off, and he was inside me the instant my back touched the mattress.
His hands, wreathed in that beautiful golden flame, stayed on me, away from the bed.
It was as though some part of him had been holding back before—like the fear of being discovered in my castle had tempered his passion because he took me fast and deep, his hips never stopping as he drove me to the brink of madness with the pulsing, winding ache of my building climax.
