“Senan!” Allette shoves me back, her sopping hair like heavy black curtains on either side of her scowling face. The silk clings to her curves like it’s been painted on.
“What?” I push my dripping hair back from my forehead. “You told me I needed to bathe, so I am.”
“I’ve already bathed, and look!” She peels the side of her skirt from her thigh. “You’ve ruined my dress.”
Personally, I think it looks far better this way. I grip her hips, keeping her in place so I can lap the droplets clinging to the slender column of her throat. “Then we will just have to take it off, won’t we?”
Her back arches as I peel down the front of her gown, exposing the rosy tips of her breasts. I’m enthralled, watching the water droplets cascade between them, glistening over the soft swells and stiff peaks.
Her hips nudge against mine, grinding her center over my aching cock.
“Your belt is digging into my stomach,” she whispers, breathless.
“So take it off.” Because my hands are far too busy cupping the soft globes of her chest.
Her golden eyes gleam as she reaches for my belt, sliding the leather strap free of the buckle. But she doesn’t stop there. She pops the button and unfastens the zip, dragging the leather down my thighs until my very eager cock springs free.
Allette pauses for a moment, and I hold my breath, waiting to see what she’ll do. Her soft hand wraps around my length, and the fire in my blood ignites. With her eyes pinned to mine, she drops to her knees and takes the head of my cock between her pillowy lips.
A groan falls past mine, and I brace both my hands against the wall, shielding her from the stream of water flowing down my spine.
She works me slowly, taking as much of me as she can, until I feel myself hit the back of her throat. My hips start to move, and I drop one hand to catch the tangled mass of her hair, setting a steady pace. I want to fist her mane and buck forward but manage to resist the urge.
“Use your teeth,” I rasp. When her teeth scrape along my length, I nearly expire on the spot. “That’s my girl. Let them drag. Mark me as yours.” Inside and out. Forever and always.
Each time she pulls back, I can’t help staring at those red lines her teeth leave on my cock.
“You have no idea how fucking good you look with my cock in your perfect mouth.” To see this woman on her knees for me nearly brings me to mine.
And to think, if I hadn’t been weak and gone to the Black Hole that night searching for an escape, we might never have been reunited. I never would’ve found out about the poison in my veins. Would’ve married the princess, moved to Nimbiss, and died a young man.
Fate, for as cruel as she has been, has given us this chance to be together. To find a way forward. To live and love once more.
Tension ratchets up my spine, and I can feel my balls start to tighten. I pull out with a curse. Allette looks up at me, damp lashes framing wide golden eyes. “Stand up.”
She holds onto the shower wall as she rights herself. “That’s my girl.” My thumb skims over her puffy lips, swollen from my cock. “Now, turn around and bend over.” With her back to me, I gather her sopping skirts, peeling them up her thighs until they hang in heavy folds around her shapely waist. I notch myself into her slick entrance and thrust the way I wanted to while inher mouth. Allette cries my name as I pump into her, our bodies slamming together beneath the water.
Her body was made to cradle mine. Being inside her is better than any high I’ve ever experienced. My zenith. I lean forward, my chest slipping against Allette’s back and hand sliding around her hip, between her thighs to toy with her clit. “Are you going to come for me, Allette?”
“Yes… Keep doing that. Faster…” Her breathless plea ends in a moan, and I can feel her legs start to tremble.
To think, not long ago I was convinced that this was all in my mind. That what I had with this woman couldn’t possibly have been as sacred as I remembered. Now I can say, hand on heart, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this sort of connection cannot be replicated. My mate and I share a bond like no other; her soul sings, and mine answers in perfect harmony.
I must find a way to save her—to save myself.
My fingers work faster, my hips punch harder, until the entire room fills with my mate’s cries. “There she is. That’s my girl.”
The sheer bliss of her body pulsing with pleasure helps me find my own. The water washes away any evidence of our coupling.
Allette turns, catches either side of my face, and kisses me, slow and deep, as if we have all the time in the world. The thought of leaving my love to attend yet another fancy dinner with people I loathe rips me in two.
The only thing that could make tonight bearable would be if she came with me.
My hands lock together at the small of her back. I try to lean my face away, but she chases my mouth, nipping playfully at my bottom lip. “Come to dinner with me,” I murmur between kisses.
She draws back, her brow furrowed. “But then everyone will see me.”
I would dine in here if I could, but Boris would never allow it. And the thought of leaving Allette behind makes me physically ill. More and more people arrive for the wedding every day. Who is to say she didn’t come from Allto? Or fromStratiss.