Page 168 of Golden Queen
He pulled me closer to shore until we were standing, and then he turned me. He pulled the leather tie from the end of my braid and began undoing it.
"Your hair is enchanting, Sera. It makes me think of moonlight on a snowy mountain. Like you were created to exist beneath the Darkwatch skies." Chills raced across my skin as he unwound my hair, and when it hung down my back, he turned me again. "Stay here," he said.
I nodded, and he walked up the sloped floor of the pool towards our packs on the shore. I watched the muscles of his very well-made backside flex and move as he walked. "Talk about devastating," I said, breathlessly.
His deep laugh carried back to me as he reached in my pack and came out with the bar of soap I bought in the Cold Garden mercantile.
"Were you staring at my ass, Sera?" he asked when he reached me in the water again.
"Oh yes," I said with a wicked grin. "It’s marvelous."
He laughed again, but then he began lathering the soap in his hands, motioning for me to wet my hair.
I did, dipping my hair back in the water.
He hissed in a breath, looking at me. "Back to your old plots again, I see."
"What?" I asked, confused. But then I followed his gaze to my chest where my breasts were thrust above the water and laughed. "Trying to kill you, you mean?"
"I would die happy and smiling between the most glorious pair of tits the gods ever created."
"Shut up," I said, pushing him playfully.
He caught my wrists and turned me to begin lathering my long hair.
I groaned in satisfaction as his fingers massaged through the strands and across my scalp.
He painstakingly washed my hair, taking turns handing me the bar to hold and taking it back for more lather as he worked his way down the length.
When he was done, he guided me backwards in the water and held a hand under my back to support me as he rinsed the soap from my hair.
"Thank you," I said when he was finished.
"My pleasure," he replied silkily, taking the bar from me and running it through his own hair.
"No!" I said, reaching up for the soap, feigning offense. "That's my job."
He smiled, handing me the soap and sinking down into the water. He wrapped his arms around my hips as I returned the favor, washing his beautiful, silky black hair. He studied me intently as I ran my hands across his scalp, feeling coarse, wild joy rush through me to have him kneeling before me again.
His mouth curved into a smile. "Wicked, cruel queen, taking so much pleasure from the sight of me on my knees again."
I felt heat rush into my cheeks upon being found out, but I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my features. "I like it very much, My Lord," I said, desire rushing through me as he looked up at me with those dark eyes.
"Then, allow me to abase myself even further," he said with a grin as he sank into the water.
I felt his hands push my legs apart, and then his mouth—somehow even hotter than the water around me.
I moaned, nearly losing my footing as he licked me beneath the water. He steadied me with a hand on my ass, his fingers sliding down between the cleft, tantalizing me.
When he finally came up for air, he lifted me with him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried us up out of the water and laid me down on the moss.
He was thrusting into me before my back even contacted the soft bed of green beneath me, and I gasped with the pleasure of him buried inside me again. I locked my eyes on his as he took me, fast and hard.
A slow, wicked smile curled his lips as he drove into me. Each time he seated himself, he looked more and more satisfied. "I don't think I'll ever tire of knowing just how good I make you feel," he growled, reminding me again that he had a window into my mind. "It's so fucking gratifying—to know how much you need me—how much you like it when I’m inside of you."
He slid into me again, sending deep pulsing, nearly agonizing pleasure through me.
And it was true. I could never get enough of the feeling of him—the way it stoked a fire in me that burned so hot it seemed one spark would ignite everything.
