Page 31 of My Demon Desire
"Wow." I whistle, taking in the beauty of the room. It sparkles from a huge fireplace in the corner and feels warm and inviting.
"This is beautiful." I dip my fingers into the water that's the perfect temperature and I can't wait to slip inside. "How does the water stay warm like this?" I glance around, cause there's no electricity in this place. There are blue-green flames in the fire that looks fake but the heat coming off it tells me it's real enough to burn.
"Magic." Thorne shrugs. "Reis set it up and it is automatically ready whenever any of us needs it."
The wooden bath is partially above ground and resembles a hot tub that could easily fit a dozen people. Images of me naked with all three of these dark fae has me squeezing my thighs together and I glance back at Thorne with my face heating.
"Thanks. I'll let you know when I'm done washing," I say, straightening, expecting him to leave.
Thorne smirks and gestures to the other side of the bath. "We have a change of clothes over there for both of us."
My gaze drifts down his muscled body. His very naked body since he hasn't dressed since he rescued me in his wolf form. I meet his crimson gaze and I can't move, suddenly feeling like a virgin staring at a guy who looks way too big.
Thorne steps forward, his eyes on mine. "Let me help you," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
My heart beats wildly in my chest as his fingers reach out to the buttons on my shirt.
"I can do this myself," I say, my voice coming out squeaky.
"I know you can," he replies, his eyes shining with amusement.
My throat tightens, desire and fear battling inside me. I want him to touch me, to feel his hands against my skin, but at the same time, I'm afraid of what might happen.
A spark of electricity sizzles in the air between us, my throat dries, and I'm frozen in place as he slowly undoes each button, his gaze never leaving mine.
He slides the shirt off my arms and then his gaze drops to my breasts which feel full and achy.
A beat passes before his gaze trails back up to mine, his eyes now filled with a hunger I can't tame and don't want to.
He leans closer and wraps an arm around my waist, pushing his body against mine as his other hand reaches up to cup my cheek.
My breathing hitches, my heart racing in my chest, as his lips hover over mine.
He presses a kiss to my mouth and his grip tightens on my waist, the ache inside me growing tighter. His tongue darts out to trace my lips and arousal pools low in my belly. I grip his biceps and the hard muscles under my touch sends a thrill through me.
His fingers trail across my waist and down to my hips, where they urge me forward as his lips open over mine again. His tongue explores my mouth and desire floods me. The moment is like a drug, filling me with an all-encompassing feeling of pleasure. His kisses are hungrier, each one more intense than the last until I am left panting with need.
He tips his head forward, our lips only inches apart. The warm breath from his mouth flows across to mine and an overwhelming sensation washes over me as I realize this is really happening. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek before he pulls me into a kiss again. The hunger spreading through me is begging for more. His hand teases up and down my body, overwhelming my senses. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.
He pulls back from the kiss just enough so that his eyes can meet mine again and everything else fades away except the two of us at this moment.
"I've wanted to do this since I saw you," he whispers against my skin.
"Was that before or after you choked me?" I tease, but I'm already breathless with anticipation.
"Before." He licks a path under my earlobe that has me shuddering. "I thought you were a spy."
"That doesn't excuse your behavior." I drag a deep inhale into my lungs. "Maybe next time make sure someone is your enemy before you attack them."
"Noted." His lips graze down my neck.
I lean into him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. I tip my head back, unable to control the moan that slips from my lips. His hands roam my waist and linger on my hips, as I let myself be consumed by the moment.
Thorne groans against my open lips and his fingers dig into my hips, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins and I crave more.
Lust courses through my me and I burn for his touch, his kiss, for him. For everything he can give me. He tips his head forward and his lips are only inches from mine. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, the heat of his body so close to mine.
He moves so fast I don't even have time to think before his lips are against mine again. His mouth is consuming and demanding all at once, igniting something deep within me. His tongue slides against mine as his hands roam all over my body, his touch urgent.
