Page 80 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
As the water cooled, she pouted a bit. She wished she could keep it warm for longer, but with a sigh, she relented and rose from the tub.
A knock sounded on her door.
She spared it a quick glance before deciding to ignore it. She wasn’t in the mood to see anyone in this castle, even her sister. She was still a little angry that Jasmine had hired a murderer to kill her husband.
If she hadn’t so much time between Edmund’s death and being kidnapped, she’d probably be angrier. But there was nothing anger would solve… she’d come to accept that the night he was killed in front of her was in the past, and there was nothing she could do about it. Enough time had passed for her to come to terms with his death. All she could do was move on and hope her life would get better.
The person knocked again, but they’d get the hint when she didn’t grant them access.
Adorra stepped out of the tub but was pleased with how well the fire was heating the room. It helped that the room wasn’t terribly large.
Just when she was about to go sit by the fire to run her hands through her wet hair, the door to her room busted open, slamming against the inside wall.
Spinning on a wet foot, she found Mathar striding into her room, only to stop as his eyes widened at the sight of her. Her heart stopped before thundering against her chest in anticipation as a fire lit in those onyx eyes.
Mathar stopped cold when he found Adorra naked, firelight shimmering off the droplets of water on her skin. His cock responded immediately. She was like a naked goddess, glowing with all her glory. And those eyes. Her hazel eyes had softened, and her lips had parted, not in surprise but anticipation.
“Do you want me to leave?” He prayed she would say no.
“No.”
Stepping into the room, Mathar reached out, grasped the edge of the door and swung it shut. It was all he needed to hear.
Adorra walked towards him, water dripping off the strands of her hair, rolling down her legs and arms.
He stood stock still lest he scare her away. She might be human and he a giant, but he wanted her, not just sexually, but he found himself seeking her out for company. Why else had he entered rather than just walk away?
“I was worried about you.”
“Why?” Adorra pulled up in front of him.
“You’ve holed yourself up here, and no one’s seen you for a bit.”
“I needed some alone time… time with my thoughts.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his head down. “Kiss me.”
“Gladly.” Mathar bent down and captured her lips with his. He wanted to be tender and show her there was something between them. He wasn’t sure what it was, but whatever it was, it was there.
She broke away. “Kiss me harder, like you mean it.”
Mathar raised a hand to her face and cupped her cheek. “I want to show you that I’m more than a mindless barbarian.”
With a growl, she captured his bottom lip with her teeth and pulled at it lightly before letting it go. “I want you to be a mindless barbarian.”
Mathar leaned back and eyed her. “Have you been drinking?”
“No, and I can prove it.” She blew lightly into his face.
“Nothing on your breath.”
Adorra smiled. “So show me your best, my silver-haired barbarian.”
His hand worked its way into her hair, and he pulled her head back. “I’m not a barbarian, but I can still give you what you want.”
She smiled up at him. “Good.”
Adorra wasn’t sure what she might be signing herself up for, but she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, only pleasure her.
A slow smile spread across his face, and her heart rate sped up like a herd of galloping horses. He leaned down and captured her lips, gone were the tender caresses and all that was left was a dominating male who was ready to shower her in nothing but pleasure.
