Page 85 of Treasured

“Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with want. Steam rose all around her, and with her slicked-back hair and drops of water sliding down her, she resembled a siren.

My siren.

How could I deny her plea?

Shifting us both so one arm was wrapped around Luna’s hips, I held her firmly against the side of the bath. With my free hand, I explored her body. My hand inched down her front before dipping beneath the water. I didn’t get too far, though, before I paused.

She moaned my name.

“What’s wrong, darling?” I asked teasingly. My lips met hers in a lazy kiss as if I wasn’t close to exploding from need. But this, being with her, taking my time with her, was the highlight of my day, my week, my year. Feeling the way she tried to get closer and closer, hearing the soft sounds slipping from her mouth, made the waiting worth it. “I thought you had research to conduct? Something about healing waters…”

My hand slipped down another inch, her skin soft beneath my fingers, and she gasped. “Forget about the entire experiment, Sebastian. Just don’t stop.”

That was the last thing on my mind. Instead, I held her up, my lips trailing a path over her skin, as my other hand dipped lower, lower, lower.

“Sebastian,” she breathed. “Please.”

I captured her mouth in a claiming, bruising, world-ending kiss. “I will never leave you wanting, Luna.”

Giving up on teasing her, I kept kissing her as my fingers swept over her. She was so soft, so beautiful, so mine.

She clung to me, her racing heart echoing in my ears as she broke apart for me. When her pleasure crested and her screams echoed through the bath, I held her close. When her body was limp and lifeless, her head resting on my shoulder as pure delight ran through the Binding Mark, I swam us back to where we’d first entered the water.

Luna lifted her head, glancing at me quizzically. “What are you doing?” She wiggled suggestively. “I thought we were going to…” Her voice trailed off, but her hand moved down my body, making her intentions extremely clear.

I caught her hand, setting her on the small ledge that ran beneath the water and acted as a bench.

“We will,” I said, my voice hoarse. “First, let me take care of you. I haven’t forgotten about your hunger.”

My needs were secondary to hers. They always had been and always would be. I would never put myself first because how could I be happy if she was in need?

Luna didn’t argue… much.

Once I’d convinced her to listen, she sat with her back to me and held onto the side of the bath. I had the perfect view of the water lapping against the swell of her ass as I ran the shampoo through her hair. She hummed as I worked through her tresses, and contentment came through the Binding Mark. Shadows flowed out of us both, darkening the room until even the faintest traces of colored light vanished. It didn’t matter, though.

We were together.

These moments were the ones I cherished. I hadn’t known love could heal like this, that it would scrounge around in your soul, pick up all the broken pieces—even the ones you thought were forever lost—and put them back together. But it did, and it made my life all the sweeter.

After Luna rinsed her hair, I took the bar of soap and washed every single inch of her perfect body. Then, she turned. Her eyes were dark with desire, but there was a shyness in her voice as she asked, “Can I do you?”

A purr rumbled through my chest at the offer.

Shyness forgotten; Luna laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes. Come here, Sebastian.”

I moved towards her, taking her spot on the bench and setting my arms on the ledge. She hummed as she moved behind me, her chest purring along with mine. Her hands carefully ran through my shorter hair, washing it tenderly before she picked up the bar of soap.

“Hold still,” she whispered, kissing the shell of my ear.

I did as she asked, though doing so became more and more difficult with each passing moment. The soap traveled over my shoulders, down my chest, and beneath the water. Luna was extremely thorough in her efforts to clean me, making sure to get every single part of me. By the time she was done, I was fairly certain I’d die if I didn’t have her soon. The most exquisite agony filled me. Every breath she took, every brush of her fingers against me, fueled my fire.

I needed her.

Dunking my head beneath the water to rinse off any residual soap, I turned and scooped her up in my arms.

She squealed. “What are you doing?”

I kissed her. “You’ll see.”