the hard length of him at my back, his cock pressing against my ass. When I felt his other arm lift, I opened my eyes and saw that the pixie had stopped its work and was staring at us expectantly—as if waiting for a command.
"Go," Roan ordered, swiping a hand through the air.
The pixie nodded once and then flitted up and away, disappearing as it slipped from the room, and then I was left alone with a mountain of a Fae at my back—hot, horny, and feeling very playful. I liked that, too, I admitted to myself. We hadn't had much time to play. There hadn't been a true moment of leisure in a long while.
As soon as the pixie was gone, Roan spun me around and I found myself chest to chest with him—my breasts brushing against the top of his abdomen as I stared up into his fiery gaze. "Now that we're alone..." he said, his eyes trailing over my face and lowering until his attention landed on my breasts. A low groan left him. "By the Gods," he whispered. "Little Bird..."
Roan's head dipped down as the arm encircling my waist lifted me up against him just enough that he could kiss the top of one breast and then move even lower until his mouth closed over one stiffened nipple. I gasped as my hands shot into his hair. Fire licked against my fingertips, hot and dangerous, but I didn't care.
Desire flamed my belly, opened me up as I arched into his mouth. Roan's tongue flicked over the hardened bud before he switched and lavished attention on the other one. All the while, my thighs began to rub together. Wetness sticking to my skin that had nothing to do with the waters surrounding us.
When he lifted his head once more, his lips rising to take mine in a fast movement, I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist and clinging to his frame with all the strength left in my thighs. He chuckled against my mouth, reaching beneath me to capture my buttocks in his grip and heft me further against his chest. I shivered as air rushed over my wet skin, but I couldn't help myself.
I kissed him violently, passionately—eminently aware that I had nearly died a handful of days ago. I needed this. I needed him.
"Roan." His name was a rasp pulled from my throat when we broke off to take a breath of air. He strode forward, wading through the pool of water until we were at the shelves alongside the bathing chamber's center. He settled me there, freeing his hands to rove over the rest of me. Despite the low station of the shelves, my lower half was still surrounded by water and the higher shelves with the bottles and vials the pixie had been fussing with earlier clanged as Roan pushed against me even harder.
I could feel him, the hot, hard length of him pushing against me. "Cress," he whispered back. "Cress, Little Bird, I need you."
My back arched as he reached between us, down into the water, and stroked his fingers down my entrance. He slipped back up and circled the bundle of nerves there and my head went back, the ceiling taking over the entirety of my vision as I shook against him. It was there—the peak of my pleasure—just out of my reach.
"Roan," I croaked, reaching up and grasping his shoulders. I stared up into his eyes, seeking, begging silently. "Please."
It was all I needed to do. Roan reared back, his palms going to my inner thighs as he shoved them apart to make room for his wide hips. He pushed forward, sinking into the water as he pushed the head of his cock into my entrance. Then as his fingers circled around, gripping into my asscheeks, he pulled me forward and straight onto his shaft until he'd plunged in to the hilt.
A shocked gasp left my lips just as a low groan left his. I could feel my skin tingling. My heart racing. Everything in the room narrowed to him and me. Magic sizzled along my nerve endings, heating me from the inside out. Roan's head lifted and his eyes met mine as he pulled out and then in a slow, torturous move, sank back into my pussy.
Pleasure filled me as my nails sank into the skin on his upper arms. I moaned as he began to pound me, his hips pulling out and thrusting back in until my