the fire quartz bottom, spelled to supply sexual energy, enhancing virility and sexuality between couples.
I peered up at him, smiling as the magic rushed through me. I slowly righted my body, pushing off of the crystal floor to escape the water as my lungs ached with the need for oxygen.
“Do you intend to watch me bathe, or are you here for more sinister reasons? I can bathe myself, King Karnavious. I’m a big girl, you know?”
“How long do you intend to call me by my formal title?” he asked, glaring at me as I kept a safe distance between us.
“Until I escape you again,” I murmured, moving toward the waterfall, only for him to appear in front of me when he’d been several feet away.
Knox hadn’t disturbed the water, or so much as created a ripple on the surface as he’d moved. There was no warning to indicate he had moved. He was just suddenly standing before me, blocking my path.
The cocky smirk playing on Knox’s lips told me he’d done it on purpose. My breathing hitched in my throat as he gripped my hips, narrowing his eyes.
“You’re not escaping me, Aria. I will not allow it to happen.” He studied my face, running his fingers over my hipbones.
“That’s why we call it escaping. Normally, you’re not aware of your prisoner leaving, which is why they escape you,” I pointed out, smiling at the look of annoyance on his face.
The man wasn’t beautiful in a beguiling way. Knox was rugged and masculine, which called to every part of me. He was hard, sinewy muscles that made him appear more unbreakable than he was. His body was composed of hard lines created to lure the eye to leisurely caress the perfection of masculinity he displayed in spades.
His mouth was made for pleasure, with sex dripping from his words the moment they escaped his talented tongue. The V-line of his abdomen could drive a female mad with the need to explore it with her tongue.
The look burning in his heated stare caused me to chew my bottom lip as I fisted my hands at my sides, preventing them from reaching out to explore him carnally.
Releasing the air from my lungs, I lifted my gaze to the sky. The evening turned to night, and galaxies of stars shot across it, filling it with beauty. The rocks within the pool glowed, exposing our naked bodies to one another.
The red veins within the fire quartz created a red tinge of light that screamed romance. Knox wrapped his arms around me, yanking me against his hard body as we silently watched the pool change around us. The moment I tried to move away, he tightened his hold, kissing my shoulder softly.
“Magic has beauty within it, doesn’t it, Little One?” he whispered against my shoulder, kissing it softly, sending shocks of need shooting directly to my core.
“It’s our ideal fantasy made true. Stolen from our darkest desires and brought to life with magic from the pool. The magic sensed our fantasy and created the perfect place for our coupling to occur.”
“Then this must be your fantasy because you alone are mine, Aria,” he murmured, causing my throat to tighten with emotion.
“You need to stop saying shit like that,” I snapped, spinning around in his arms.
I pushed him, watching as he didn’t budge even a whisper of an inch. He swallowed hard, slowly licking his lips before catching his bottom one between his teeth.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry. You are beautiful all the time, but more so when the anger ignites within you. Your eyes glow from within, and I need to feel you burning against me when they shine so brightly. When you find something that excites you, you light up with pleasure. History intrigues you, and you love to learn, which helps you adapt to your surroundings surprisingly fast.”
“Shut up,” I swallowed past the lump growing in my throat at the pain his words caused.
“Your excitement creates the same feeling within others, even me. When you want fucked, you don’t light up. Your spine arches, your pretty eyes narrow on your prey, and your sex exudes this scent making everything within me that is male, need to own every inch of you that is woman. The moment your spine arches, and your hips part for mounting, my heart races. When that happens, I fight against every male urge to prevent me from taking you, because that is a line I won’t cross. I won’t force you