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The soft caress of his touch is a whiplash right where I need it. A moan escapes me, and Thiago throws his head back, revealing the strong column of his throat as he gasps.
“Fuck.” It’s a word raw with destruction. A sign of how far gone he is.
He never begs. He’s always in control.
I love watching his undoing flash across his face as he bucks against me. Suckling hard, I let my throat work against his depth, and he rewards me with the hot splash of his seed.
His magic is gone, his touch lost in the moment.
But as I slowly withdraw, swallowing every last drop, his green eyes flick open, locking on me with the intensity I know lingers beneath the surface. His thumb caresses my cheek, his expression hot with sudden determination.
“Oh, now you’re in trouble,” he whispers.
Turning to escape, I make it half a splash away from him before a strong arm goes around my waist and he tugs me back into his arms.
Capturing my face, he hauls me into his lap, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss. It’s a hot, hungry kiss, one to make up for the lack before I drank of his cock. Sometimes I think he loves kissing me even more than he desires oral sex. It’s like all of this has been pent up inside him. A demand to claim me. Own me. Bruise. Tongues slick against each other, my breasts pressing against his chest.
“Fuck,” I breathe, drawing back for air.
He laughs as if he knows exactly what’s going through my head. “Come here.”
My knees settle on either side of his hips, and firm fingers dig into my ass as he drives me against the rigid line of his erection.
I’m wet and swollen, aching with the need to claim him.
“I want you inside me,” I breathe against the wet skin of his throat, planting little kisses against his jaw. “I need you. Now.”
“As you wish, my love,” he purrs, sinking inside me with slow, aching precision.
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Ican barely move in the aftermath, but Thiago refills the bath and hauls me into his arms, where my head rests on his chest.
One of the servants discreetly brought us a pitcher of wine and two goblets before vanishing. It’s not the sort of thing I’m used to, but I know it’s Thalia’s way of saying,I know you’re in there, you have a couple more hours to enjoy it, and then I am going to haul you out to deal with this mess.
In hindsight, I think I’d rather stay here with the wine and my husband.
“You’re quiet,” Thiago murmurs, stroking my arm.
“Maybe you’ve worn me out.”
A soft chuckle escapes him as he sips his wine. “I’d believe that if I didn’t know how insatiable you could be at times.”
It’s an opening if I want to talk.
Or a means to laugh it off if I don’t.
“I broke Unseelie.” The weight of the prophecy’s been sitting heavily on my shoulders ever since I heard it, but I never realized this was what it meant.
“And then you took a fucking sledgehammer to the southern alliance too,” Thiago says with some amusement, resting his head back against the rim of the bath. “I will never forget the expression on Maren’s face. It’s the best thing that’s happened to me in days.”
“You helped.”
He bumps his knee against mine, kissing the slope of my shoulder. “Partners in crime.”
“Mmm.”
Thiago’s laughter fades. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
