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She glanced back at him. “Why don’t you?”
“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”
His concern renewed her faith in him. In this night, he had no plans to abuse her, as would have been his right as her conqueror. He honestly wanted to connect with her.
Smiling, she reached up to work the mere into foam when she felt his hands slowly slide down her sides. At the same time, he started placing gentle kisses down her back, following the track of her spine as he bent down to advance toward her buttocks. When he reached her hips, he knelt, and she jumped when his teeth lightly bit her flesh. It didn’t hurt, but it sent sparks between her thighs, starting a small fire within her woman’s core that threatened to grow hotter.
“You taste wonderful,” he said, his voice muffled. Slipping his hand between her butt cheeks, he kissed the tail of her spine. “Spread your legs.”
She did, and braced her hands against the rock wall. It was getting hot in the shower, even though the water temperature never changed. Her nerves were amped up to where every stroke, every caress made her skin burn.
She opened herself to him, and found herself riding on the current of emotions he didn’t try to hide. That he couldn’t hide even if he knew of her ability. She kept a part of herself on guard, waiting for that thread of anger or retaliation that would warn her that his intent was to be cruel. Instead, she sensed a longing and a hard sexual desire that whipped around her in a frenzy, building her own need.
She wasn’t expecting the blanket of hard lust to suddenly overtake her. Lhora cried out when his fingers slipped inside her, and she jerked at the invasion.
“Duren!”
He adjusted himself behind her. Before she was aware of it, he bent her forward. She had to lower her head as the water washed the soap from her back and hair. When his thumbs spread her buttocks, she realized he was going to take her then and there. Visions she’d had of him seducing her in bed vanished, and she braced herself for his invasion.
She was unprepared for the pressure of his entrance. Lhora held her breath, waiting to receive all of him, when he ran a hand over her back, pushing her sodden hair away from her face.
“Beautiful Lhora. My beautiful, beautiful Lhora.” It was barely audible above the sound of the water, but the impact of his words was like being surrounded in a sweetness she’d never experienced. It was a tenderness that was as tangible as the water rushing over her.
His thickness burrowed into her, firm and hot. She cried out as it continued to press inside her. Her torgart ability spiked, opening herself to him. It wasn’t until she heard him groan that she realized he had been caught in her backwash…and still was.
His hips started pumping her. His hands held her hips, his fingers almost painfully digging into her flesh, holding her steady as he rocked in and out of her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but stand there, her legs shaking, her knees on the verge of buckling, as he possessed her.
Lhora cried out again as he gradually started to reach his summit. Her ability sizzled and pulled her into the backwash again, and she knew she was going to orgasm with him. What he felt was amplified in her, which she returned to him doubled. Tripled. Rising higher, harder, and stronger with each thrust.
And it terrified her.
“Duren!”
He yelled and slammed into her, jerking as he found his release and poured himself into her. Yet he continued riding her and plugging her with an intensity that made her peak with mind-numbing pleasure.
She lost track of the here and now. All feeling left her as her nerve endings flared. She was unaware of collapsing onto the floor, or of Duren draping himself over her when she dragged him down with her. They both were panting from their exertions as their bodies momentarily rested.
Gradually, feeling returned to her. The water continued to sluice over them. She had no idea how long they remained there. At some point she was aware of his softened erection slipping out of her, and he kissed her shoulder.
“I have questions,” he admitted.
She could only nod.
“But not here, and not now.”
Slowly, he got to his feet, turned off the water, and opened the shower door. Taking a towel from the stack in the cradle, he shook it open and wrapped it around her before helping her to her feet.
He dried her off, including her hair. After he quickly wiped himself down, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he lay her onto the bed.
She barely acknowledged him climbing in beside her and gathering her into his embrace. All she knew was that something had happened between them. Something she’d heard of long ago, but never experienced or anticipated. Something that should not have happened with him…yet it had.
And deep in her heart she knew she had to experience it again before this man sent her back to her country, and she’d never see him again.
15
Thoughts
When he awoke, it was still dark outside, and he had no way of knowing what time it was. He knew he was in his bed, but the rest was a blur until a vibrant presence snuggled next to him.
