Page 72 of Lord of Ruin
Holy fuck, I was shocked.
I jerked up, throwing back my head and tossing water all over the wall from the shock. She was laughing so hard she snorted, trying her best to stay as far away from me in the tub as possible.
But I was having none of it. I jerked off my shirt, swirling it twice before tossing it across the room. She gasped and laughed again.
“You think this is funny, baby girl?” I growled.
“Oh, yes. Yes, I do.”
There was something particularly explosive about the looks she was giving me. I’d never been tossed into a body of water while wearing clothes. Trying to remove my wet trousers was more difficult than I’d ever thought it could be, causing water to slosh over the edge of the tub.
“You’ve made a mess,” she said, almost matter of fact in tone.
“I’ll have someone clean it up.”
“Not you? Oh, that’s right. You’re too good for manual labor.”
I feigned being horrified at her accusation, barely able to toss the soaked trousers onto the floor. She seemed more delighted, reaching for her wine after giving me yet another heated look.
When I was completely naked, I crowded her space, taking the glass into my hand from hers.
“Hot enough for you?” she asked, her voice as low and full of longing as mine had been.
“Never enough. I prefer it hot and wet.” I took a gulp of the warm liquid, surprised when she kissed me seconds later. I allowed her to open my lips, her tongue sweeping back and forth as she stole my sip.
I didn’t care. At this point, nothing mattered but spending time with her. I wasn’t softening in the fact I felt I owned her, but that didn’t mean I had to be a martyr, not allowing myself to enjoy spending time with her.
But after she shoved her hands against my chest, breaking our connection, I wasn’t thirsty any longer. I was hungry to feel my cock buried deep inside of her. I took the glass from her hand, the craziness of the moment almost pushing me into tossing it against the wall. It was a Greek thing to do, or so my father had told me one too many times. No wonder my mother kept the good crystal locked behind solid glass doors.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I told her.
She wagged her finger. “We’re taking a bath.”
“Afterwards. Not now.” Then I wrapped my arm around her waist, dragging her onto my lap. I couldn’t care less about the mess we’d made or the fact I’d almost toppled two candles over. All that I gave a shit about was being inside of her.
Which I accomplished mere seconds later, my cockhead centered on her hot and tight channel. The moment I thrust every inch deep inside, she clamped her fingers around my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. I craved the way she was forced to hold onto me, but I hungered for the sounds she made when riding that sweet plateau of utter bliss.
“God. Yes. So tight. So big.”
In the flicker of candlelight, the light sheen of perspiration on her face was without a doubt the most powerful draw I’d experienced with her. And there had been several.
I pulled her almost all the way off my cock, holding just the tip inside as I wiggled. “I could get used to this, baby.”
She kept her eyes cinched closed, her lower lip trembling. She didn’t need to answer me, or even make a single sound to entice me into uncontrollable hunger. My cock was stiff, but my mind found itself drifting elsewhere for the briefest of seconds.
Why?
Because the bad feeling remained, almost as if I was missing something significant. It was ridiculous to think we were in danger while being in my house, my bedroom, and my tub full of water, but there it was, remaining in the back of my mind.
When she squeezed her pussy muscles, it brought me back to the moment. Thankfully. A woman as stunning as the one in my arms deserved my full attention.
“You’re a thousand miles away,” she said.
“Not at all.”
“You’re a very dangerous, powerful man, at least by your own admittance, but you are a grade-A terrible liar.”
“I am, huh? What am I lying about?”