"Playing the wicked Sentinel this evening, are we?"
"I'm always wicked. But most of the time, I hide it very, very well."
If vampirism had taught me nothing else, it was how to bluff when the time was right.
I removed the rest of the lingerie, giving him a good long look at my body before I dipped a toe into the bath water.
The heat was just shy of excessive, and utterly delicious. I closed my eyes for just a second as the heat sent a delicious shudder through my limbs. Before I opened them again, Ethan was behind me, utterly naked and aroused, his body pressed against mine.
He pressed his lips to my neck, to the spot that I'd sworn was more sensitive than any other on my body, as if vampires had been blessed by an additional erogenous zone, and cupped my br**sts in his hands.
His fingers, long and nimble, toyed and teased until I was nearly breathless. But then he was gone, leaving my body cold again. In shock, I glanced behind me, and found his gaze, teasing and tempting.
"Now who's wicked?" he asked.
I humphed and sunk into the bath, the vessel large and deep enough that I could have almost swum to the other side. I found a perch in the corner and crooked a finger at him.
Ethan, smiling his pirate's smile, stepped in, steam rising around his naked body as if the water itself were aflame. Before a second had passed, he disappeared beneath the water, then rose again like an ancient god, skin damp and muscles taut.
Ethan had given me breath, and now he took it away again.
He moved toward me, eyes silver and shining, and captured my waist, pulling me toward him. He engulfed me in a kiss, magic rising as passion grew between us. Ethan wasted no time, claiming me as his own, claiming my body as his. He attacked with passion, using his body as a weapon - the long fingers that roused me to the line between pain and pleasure, the lips that tortured and tempted, the eyes that watched as he pushed me higher, until my body was aflame and pleasure blossomed through me.
I screamed his name, but Ethan didn't concede the victory. He pushed farther, twined my legs around his waist, burying himself inside me, and dropping his head to the nape of my neck to stifle his guttural moan.
"Merit," he whispered, teeth against my sensitive skin.
Ethan found his rhythm, challenging me to rise again, to give up rational thought for feeling, for pure and unbound sensation.
His speed quickened, his breath hitching, his fingers clenched in my skin as he sought his own pleasure, my name on his lips when he found it, grasping me like he couldn't bear to let go again.
For a moment, time stopped, and we lay together in the bath, candlelight dancing around us. And then I was airborne as Ethan lifted me from the water. He wrapped me in satin, heat steaming from our bodies, my eyes wide, my skin passion-flushed.
He placed me on the bed and tucked me into the cloud of soft and cool sheets, then lay down beside me. We held hands as the sun rose, pushing us under.
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When the sun rose, we fell asleep in sensual bliss.
But when the sun fell again, we awoke in sloppy abandon.
We lay on our backs, sprawled sideways across the bed. The blankets were tangled around Ethan's feet, and I'd slept with a hand across his face.
Ethan nibbled at my finger to wake me. I pulled my hand back, lest it become vampire breakfast. "Sorry about that. I was out."
"Evidently," he said, sitting up and arching an eyebrow at our positions. "Did we wrestle during the day?"
"Not that I recall," I said, reaching over to pick up pillows from the floor. "Maybe we're having day terrors."
"God forbid," Ethan said. "The night terrors are bad enough."
"Speaking of," I said, "any riot developments while we were asleep?"
Ethan groaned. "To business already, Sentinel? So much for, 'Good morning, Liege. I love you, Liege.'" He managed a remarkably bad imitation of my voice, then feigned sweeping hair over his shoulder.
"I don't do that."
"You do," he said, grinning. "But my larger point still stands."