and I can’t suppress the shiver that it sends over me.
“No one has ever spoken to me like you have. You had fire. And I knew right then that you weren’t just trying to catch me because I’m Wrath’s progeny. You didn’t even know who I was, and you weren’t afraid to hand me my ass with a verbal lashing,” he chuckles before his expression grows determined. “So I hope you can forgive me, or at least learn to put up with my temper, because I decided that you’re my mate and I’m not letting you go.”
His declaration makes my stomach leap, and his voice captures my heart.
“You’re not alone, Sable. You never will be again, and if I could kill that fucker for you a thousand times over again, I would, and then I’d do it a thousand more,” he tells me, brushing my nest of hair back from my face.
I clear my throat of the emotions that want to clog my airway. “I don’t know how I beaconed you, but I’m glad I did,” I whisper.
“Me too,” he replies softly, his hands coming down to my waist. “I wouldn’t admit it then, but the first moment you snarled at me, I was a goner,” he says with a smirk.
I smile, feeling the attraction between us sizzle like boiling water over a fire. Gratitude warms me, replacing the anger and helplessness that was just coursing through me. I lick my lips, and his eyes drop to the movement, his own gaze flashing with desire and making my body hum in response.
Now, all I can think about is claiming his lips with my own, about touching him everywhere and learning every hard line and curve of his body. But...I look down at myself. Yeah, bath first.
Then...then I’m going to enjoy us getting to know each other, every moan, every pant, every sound of his body against mine. Very, very well.
40
I step away from Ire and turn around, testing the water of the bath with the tips of my fingers. It’s hot, steam sneaking past the bubbles and promising relaxation. My muscles suddenly ache for it, and I take a deep breath and turn to face Ire.
His eyes jump from my ass to my face, and he swallows hard, a glint in his eyes that’s somehow both cocky and vulnerable. I stand there, inviting his perusal, and after a beat, his scorching blue eyes drop and then travel slowly up my body, starting at my feet and then grazing the scrap of black panties I’m still wearing. I feel every single part of skin that his gaze touches until I’m both burning hot and prickled with chills.
“You’re dazzling,” he says, and I might’ve teased him for it if it weren’t for the fact that he’s so serious and completely aroused.
As if he can’t help himself, he comes forward and brushes my long hair off my front, his eyes burning into my chest. “Fuck, you’re going to completely and utterly own me.”
This time I do laugh, but it’s not with mockery, it’s with pure, uninhibited happiness. “Care to join me?” I ask him, and then I turn and slip my panties off, all too aware that he’s watching.
With slightly shaky knees, I manage to walk up the short steps and then drop into the tub. The water is perfection, and I moan before dipping all the way under, letting the heat lick against my limbs. As soon as I come back up, I wipe the water from my face and push my wet hair back. Lifting my watery lashes, I look up and find Ire completely naked, and his cock is completely erect.
Holy hell, he’s sinful.
My heart skids to a stop as my clit stands up and halts everything, like it’s demanding my entire body pay attention. My gaze zeroes in on the piercings on his body: two barbells through each nipple and then more down his dick. He has a frenum piercing, the barbell placed directly beneath the head, and then more barbells that make a line down his shaft. There’s another piercing at the base of his cock, snuggled cozily in his pubic hair, and my clit practically puts on a cheerleading outfit, grabs her pom-poms, and shouts hell, yeah!
My pussy clenches like it’s already trying to imagine the delicious friction and all the places those piercings are going to touch while he moves in and out of me. With a knowing smirk, Ire steps into the tub with me,