“I thought I’d lose you,” he breathed, his brows lowering, a crease forming between his eyes. “I—I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you.”
I trembled in his arms. The water had since gone from hot to warm, but I was more than comfortable being cradled in Fen’s arms.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I whispered and placed my palm over the back of his that still cupped my cheek.
“My beautiful Prima.” And then I saw his expression change from worry to this intense, almost frantic need. I knew why things changed at that moment.
He’d been worried for my safety, the same way I’d been worried for his. I thought I’d lose him. He thought the same about me. Our emotions were high and chaotic, and all I wanted was Fen.
The feeling of how much he wanted me was evident in the hard, thick length I felt prodding my bottom.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want you right now, Fen, want to know and feel you’re here with me and that this is real.”
“My sweet Prima,” he said and cupped my face, bringing his lips down on mine. He kissed me softly, but I could feel the fire deep in him, the need to take me in the raw and warrior way that made him up.
I shifted on his lap, straddling him, the thick length of his erection wedged right between my thighs and against the most intimate part of me.
I gasped.
He groaned.
And then we were kissing again.
“I need you to touch me, Fen,” I murmured against his lips, breathless and aching everywhere.
The deep sound of need he made had my entire body tingling. And when his massive hand cupped one of my breasts, I couldn’t breathe for how good it felt. I was so unbearably wet, my nipples hard, my body tight. I felt like I was on fire.
He ran his thumbs over the peaks of my breasts, and this incredible tingling sensation spread through me, making me shiver, causing a low moan to spill from my now parted lips as if he demanded the noise from me with just the touch.
“Ah, my sweet, sweet Prima.” He had his mouth at my neck, gently licking at my flesh as if he wanted to taste me, to take a little part of me into his body. “I’ll be so gentle. I’ll make this feel so good for you.” He ran his tongue up and down the side of my throat, and I let my head fall back slightly, closing my eyes and loving the slightly textured feel of his tongue on my skin.
Another needy sound left me, and I tightened my hands on his shoulders, my nails gently pressing into his skin.
The water lapped at our naked bodies gently, sensually, and I found myself pressing my lower half down on the very hard, very male part of him, needing friction, needing… something more.
With my eyes closed, I was able to really feel every inch of his body against mine, and I took a moment to just note of all the subtle differences between him and me. He was so much bigger than me, and I remembered how small I was standing before him, my head barely reaching his pectoral muscles. His muscles were prominent and defined, whereas I was slender. And as I let my mind imagine all those hard lines and male details that made up Fen, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to what I felt jerk fiercely between my thighs.
With his mouth still at my throat, I felt him slide a big hand along the curve of my waist and continue down so he could cup my bottom. He gave the cheek a squeeze, and I moaned, the sound leaving me before I could stop it.
“I love hearing you make those sounds,” he growled, and I felt the vibrations of his voice travel down my flesh and spear right to my clit. My inner muscles clenched fiercely. He gave the mound another squeeze before moving his hand over the outside of my thigh.
“So soft,” he murmured and moved his palm up my leg and over my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh. He kept moving up, his mouth refusing to leave the side of my neck, but I was more than fine with that. And then I gasped when he cupped my breast.
I was so aroused, so ready for Fen, that I wanted to tell him to take me right there in the bathing pool. I even found it erotic to think about reaching between our bodies, gripping that huge stalk of his, and guiding it deep into my body.
The sound that left him was gruff, barbaric, as if he couldn't help the raw side of him from coming out.
Oh. Yes.