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The Blood Shrike is here. Naked. With me. In the bath.
I try not to let myself leap to conclusions. She hasn’t even looked at me since getting into the water. Her hands are covering her chest. She’s—what? Nervous? Shy? She must know that I would die before I’d let any harm come to her, and yet—
I need to see her eyes.
“Helene,” I say, before I can stop myself, reaching out to cup her chin, and she starts, looking up at last.
The look in her eyes goes straight to my cock. Deep desire, a well of love that matches my own. Oh skies, I am undone by that look alone.
“Tell me why you’re here.” I ask again, because I need to be sure. I need her to be sure, because there will be no turning back from this. Not for me.
“You know why,” she says, her voice dark.
“But you need to say it. Please.” Please, please be here to say that you love me, that you want me, that you regret the time we’ve wasted—
“I’m here because—“
Breathe, Harper, breathe.
“Because it’s been months since you kissed me, but I think about that moment so often that it feels like yesterday.”
My heart swells, but she’s not finished.
“And because when I saw you go down in the battle—“ Her voice catches. “I thought I’d tear apart the world if anything happened to you, and because—“
I don’t let her finish because it’s enough. It’s more than enough, and skies above I need her like the very air I breathe. My hands reach for her hips, fingers sinking into taut flesh as her legs rise easily in the water and wrap around my waist. Bleeding hells, she’s warm and wet and I’m barely thinking as I start to kiss up her throat. My mind is racing with the need to touch, to taste —
She gasps when I reach the underside of her jaw, and I lose what little control I’d been holding onto. I kiss her like a drowning man, and she returns my intensity tenfold. I groan as she bites my lower lip, fierce and possessive. Yes, fuck yes.
I move us back towards the tiled wall of the bath, lifting her onto the ledge when we reach it. She stares down at me with fire in her eyes as my lips move up her leg, from the inside of her knee along her strong thigh. My hands ease her legs wider and she weaves her fingers into my hair when she realizes where this is going.
“Harper, yes—“
Skies, Helene, I’ve only just begun. I’ve not yet loved you even a fraction of the ways I want to.
I touch her with the reverence one might afford a goddess, hands wandering up her sides and over her breasts as I lick up her folds. Her gorgeous, muscled body trembles, and I revel in the way she responds to me. Her hands roam over my arms and shoulders, and shivers of pleasure fly down my spine. Desire curls low in me, but I want to see her finish first. I want to watch her cum on my tongue, to taste her release. I plunge my tongue into her, one hand coming down to stroke her clit. She writhes, but my other hand holds her still.
“Skies, Avitas, please—“
She’s close now. I can hear in the way her breath catches, feel it in the trembling of her thighs. I move my mouth up to her most sensitive spot, sliding two fingers inside her tight, wet channel and fuck—
Another moment and she’s spasming around my hand, her head thrown back, her chest heaving as her climax rocks through her. She is magnificent. I want to see her peak every day for the rest of my skies-forsaken life.
I help her slide back into the water as she comes down, our mouths meeting again. She groans, tasting herself on my tongue and it’s so hot I can barely stay standing.
“Say it again,” she murmurs against my lips, as her legs lift again, as my cock presses against her entrance.
I know what she means.
“Helene,” I breathe, unable to deny her anything. “Helene, Helene—“
I kiss her name into every inch of her skin I can reach as I move within her, moaning out my pleasure against her neck, her cheek, her breasts. Her hands twist into my hair, pulling deliciously.
I am undone with a press of her lips to my temple, the tenderness of the action piercing my very soul. I press her back against the tile wall again, chasing release for both of us.
“Helene,” I say again.
“I’m yours,” she replies, breathless.
Burning hells, this woman will be my end.
I bite down on her neck, and that is all it takes to bring us both to the edge. I feel her contracting around me just as her moans reach a peak, reverberating off the walls of the bath. I am right behind her, slamming into bliss so hard I fear I might collapse. I brace my hands against the edge of the bath as Helene clings to me, and we tremble together, riding out the waves of pleasure.
I am only, always hers.