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“Gods, you taste good.” He hefted her higher in the water, until the surface of the pool hit at her lower ribs. “I need more.”

Desire burned in her center. He had the straps of her camisole down before she could protest. The cool air of the cave and the water droplets sliding down her chest puckered her nipples into stiff peaks, but it was the way he groaned his approval at the sight that supercharged her blood and sent her libido into overdrive.

“Taste me,” she whispered.

The arm around her waist tightened. The heavenly erection pressing into her panties throbbed. He cupped his free hand around her breast and squeezed, then lowered his lips to draw her deep into his mouth.

And the feeling…oh…better than she remembered. Hotter. Wetter. His tongue was on fire and so much more erotic than she’d dreamed. Her whole body contracted as he laved her nipple, ran his teeth over the point and sucked deep all over again.

He hitched her over to the side, moved to the other breast and laughed against her straining nipple. “Oh, yeah. Do it. Come for me.”

She was about to. She’d heard of females who could orgasm simply from nipple stimulation, but she’d never been one. She lifted her chest higher, pushed against him. And then realized she was rubbing against his thigh like a dog in heat.

Embarrassment burned her cheeks. She hesitated. But his mouth was on hers before she could say anything, and he shifted her back so his cock once more pressed against her satin-covered slit.

“That’s right. Stay with me,” he whispered.

She groaned. Kissed him back. Shivered when his fingers found their way to the edge of her panties to follow the line of silk from her hip to her inner thigh.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

She could barely form a coherent thought, let alone answer. Desire clogged her throat as she tightened her arms around his neck and lifted her hips, granting him access. Somehow she managed to nod.

His smile was a little bit smug and completely delicious as he took her lips again and slipped two fingers beneath her panties to run along her folds.

“Oh, man, you are wet,” he said as his mouth moved to her ear and his hot breath wound down the sensitive skin of her neck. His fingers stroked up and down, over and around, until she was moaning and riding him all over again.

“Do you want me inside?” She nodded. Grabbed tight to his hair. Nearly came when he circled her clit again. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Inside.”

He pushed in one finger. “Like that?” Pulled out.

Tension gathered. She could feel it building. Needed him to keep going. “Oh…”

“More?”

“Yes…” She groaned when he did it again, this time using two fingers to fill her. “Zander, oh, gods…”

He stroked her deep, just the way she liked. His lips found hers again, his tongue dipping inside to stroke her mouth like he was doing with his fingers. She was already so close she knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. She tightened around him, enjoying every slide and tug but wanting so much more. Her arms pulled him closer; her mouth gave exactly what he took. And she relished the groan that tore from his chest when she sucked on his tongue and wouldn’t let him go.

His fingers left her heat abruptly and she moaned in protest when he tore his mouth from hers. But then his hands were pushing and pulling and her moan turned into a yes when she realized he was stripping her of her panties.

“No more games,” he growled.

Her underwear flew by her head to land somewhere behind her on the rocks. His eyes burned into hers as he moved closer. She was so hot and needy she didn’t even mind that her camisole was around her waist or that if she wasn’t careful he’d see the scars on her back. Right now the only thing that mattered was him and what she desperately needed him to do to her.

“Tell me you want me,” he whispered as his hands wrapped around her waist and he lifted her in the water all over again.

She gasped as he pushed his way between her legs. He braced her back against the flat rocks, leaned down and drew her earlobe into his hot, wet mouth. Between her thighs, his hard thickness pulsed as it slid up and down her naked slit.

“Tell me,” he insisted, this time sucking hard on her lobe until a shot of pain licked its way up her skin. But it didn’t hurt. If anything, it felt good. He lifted his hips, rubbed up and down, found the apex of her opening.

The last ten years of wanting condensed into this one moment. “I do,” she whispered. “Oh…Zander…yes…”

His hips surged, and she sucked in a breath as the tip of his erection wedged its way inside her. She groaned. Found his mouth. Kissed him hard. It had been so long, she’d forgotten how big he was, how much strength was gathered under those corded muscles, how insanely wicked he felt between her legs.

He pulled all the way out, pushed in just a bit more. Groaned himself as his tongue stroked hers. “Callia. Gods. You’re so fucking tight. I won’t be able to last if you don’t ease up. You’re protected, right?”

She was quaking. So close to coming herself, and he was only an inch inside her. She quivered at the thought of the full length of him thrusting deep into her body.

He pulled out again, reached down and pinched her nipples. She gasped as electricity shot between her thighs and breasts. “What kind?” he asked.

“What kind of what?” she muttered as she tried to pull him back. Why was he bothering to talk when all she wanted was him?

“Protection,” he said as he lowered his head to stroke his tongue over her nipple. “I can’t chance you getting pregnant again, not when Isadora and I are about to be bound.” He drew her breast deep into his mouth, licked and sucked like he had before.

Only this time his mouth at her breast didn’t have the same effect. Something went cold inside her. Something that only moments before had burned red hot. “You’re still”—she swallowed hard—“binding yourself to Isadora?”

“Of course.” He moved to her other breast. Licked the nipple. Squeezed with his hand as his cock found its way back to her crease. “I gave the king my word.”

He was serious. There was no humor in his voice. And like a bolt of lightning, reality hit.

This wasn’t a reunion, as she’d foolishly convinced herself earlier. While she was totally wrapped up in the emotions of being close to him after all this time, for him this was nothing but sex. And he didn’t have any qualms about fucking her right this minute while his fiancée waited for him back at the castle.

Callia’s stomach pitched. And a thousand different I-told-you-so’s hit her from all sides.

She braced her hands against his shoulder and shoved. Hard. “Zander, stop. Wait. There’s something you need to know.”

Chapter Twelve

Callia pushed hard against Zander’s shoulder, but it was like trying to move a building. “I’m not protected. I’ve been in a cleansing period for the last ten years.”

He stilled against her while she went cold all over. Her heartbeat hammered so loud in her ears she was sure he had to hear it. He stared down into her eyes, and she waited for him to say something, to acknowledge the fact she’d just told him she hadn’t been with anyone since him or take some kind of ownership over the fact he was the reason she’d had to be cleansed in the first place. But he didn’t do either. He just studied her with those cold, intense eyes as if he didn’t believe her.

Silence settled between them. An eternity seemed to pass. The water suddenly felt cold and tainted.

Finally, he shrugged. And her heartbeat kicked up when he dipped his head and nipped her earlobe. This time hard enough to hurt. “I still want to fuck you.” His hands found her hips and he pulled her close to rub against her swollen tissue all over again. “If you get pregnant you can always get rid of it again like you did last time.”