“Barbarian,” she teased. “Isn’t the mark enough?”
“No, it’s not.” He stopped undoing her pants and gazed at her. “I want every single thing you have to offer. I won’t stop until you’re mine in every way. All of you, darlin’. I’m going to have all of you.”
Her heartbeat accelerated, breaths coming hard and fast. She knew what he meant. He wasn’t going to simply fuck her. That would be too easy. He wanted to completely master her, taking her in a way she wouldn’t be able to forget. The thought of his cock in her ass got her even wetter. Her clit throbbed, her pussy so slick she felt the moisture drenching her panties. She was no novice to anal sex. Although it wasn’t entirely without pleasure, it had never been her thing either.
She had a feeling Trey was about to change all that.
“What are you waiting for?”
Her leather pants suffered for the question. Trey showed them the same courtesy he had her shirt. He was careful enough not to hurt her but he didn’t give a shit about the material. She stood there, letting him work. She’d never had a man this eager for her. Ripping at her clothing, so wild all he could think about was sinking his length inside her. As he finished undressing her, she searched the room. To her relief she saw the nearby shelf had everything they needed.
“Ditch your clothes.” She bit her lip when he snarled, trying not to laugh. “I’ll meet you in the shower.”
He didn’t like the idea—the way he glowered at her made it clear—but he didn’t waste a moment arguing. She used the seconds she had to get the water running, collect the shampoo, soap and baby oil. When she had them resting on the edge of the tub she stepped over the rim and shoved the curtain aside. She stepped into the spray, soaking her head. The hot water felt like heaven against her skin, cleaning away everything from the past few weeks. She felt Trey behind her, was aware of his large body as he clutched her hips and brought her back. His cock glided between the globes of her ass, the shaft hard and unrelenting.
“Turn around, baby.”
He lifted her right leg as she did as he said, resting her foot on the edge of the tub. She stared at his body, appreciating the corded muscles, taking in the tattooed skin that traveled from his shoulder to his wrist. A tribal design, a combination of animals merged together. The other arm wasn’t as carefully adorned, a swirling design resting over his upper biceps. Her people prayed to the Goddess of Healing but she wondered who’d been responsible for Trey’s creation. Whoever it was had achieved perfection. His features, dark hair and glowing skin were absolutely flawless.
He sank to his knees and brought his lips to her cleft. “You smell so fucking good.” His tongue teased her clit, swirling around the sensitive nub. “I’m going to eat you up.”
“Do it.” Dirty talk was well and good but the actual thing was even better. “Do it now.”
She threw her head back, grasping at the shower curtain and wall. He decided not to torment her, swiping his tongue from the mouth of her pussy to the tip of her clitoris. She curled her toes around the edge of the tub, trying to keep her balance. The man was a fucking artist with his mouth, painting designs only he could see. He lapped at her slit and pressed two thick fingers inside her, stopping when his hand was flush against her sex. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her clit against his thumb.
“Fuck yes. Just like that,” he encouraged against her tingly flesh, licking at her every couple of words. “Ride my hand. Take what you want.”
It was easier to ignore the pressure in her gums. The sight didn’t bother Trey and it was her nature. She simply allowed her fangs to drop, immersed in raw sensation. She undulated against him, groaning when his fingers hit the sweet spot inside her. The water drifted down her skin, steaming the air around them. Stray strands of hair tickled her back, sweeping toward her buttocks as she swayed back and forth.
“Perfect,” Trey rasped. She lowered her head, watching as he laved his tongue over her pussy. The visual ramped up the tension, fueling the heat. “Exactly like that. Come for me, baby.”
His lips surrounded her clit and he sucked—hard.
The pressure in her abdomen bubbled over like shaken champagne. She whimpered, allowing the climax to wash over her. She was grateful he was there to hold her because the one leg keeping her up wobbled, her muscles going weak. He didn’t stop loving her with his mouth or fingers, using his free arm to help her stand. He cupped her ass, keeping her stable until she found her balance. Still he kept going, wringing every last bit of ecstasy from her.
It’s his turn.
Shaky and out of breath, she lowered her foot and started to sink to her knees to reciprocate. He stopped her, slipping his fingers from her wet depths.
“Not yet,” he murmured, licking his fingers clean. “I want to take care of you this time.”
Talk about shifting gears.
He’d gotten her revved up only to slow her down.
She almost fought him over it, ready for more. His chest rubbed against hers, sending a prickle of electricity through her nipples. Then she felt his hands easing over her back, aiding the water in cleansing her skin. He massaged the muscles of her lower back, his large, capable hands working miracles. She could practically feel those talented fingers skimming over her body, tracing across every soft contour.
She kept that in mind when he retrieved the soap and washcloth she’d placed on the edge of the tub. He did what she’d hoped for, starting at her feet, working his way up. He paid careful attention to the apex of her thighs, soothing the skin with gentle swipes of the cloth. Once he’d finished he abandoned the cloth and used his hands. Sudsing her up with his palms, cupping the weight of her breasts when he reached her chest.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, running his thumbs over her nipples.
Did it ever. She closed her eyes, humming, “Mm-hmm.” She never wanted him to stop touching her.
“Let’s see how you like this.”
A bottle snapped open, the sound cracking through the room. She waited, keeping her eyes shut. She heard him close the container and felt him return. He brushed against her, his enormous frame straining above hers. The water spray changed, hitting her in the lower back. His hands went to the top of her head. He massaged floral-scented shampoo into her scalp, rubbing his fingers against her skin.
And she’d thought him washing her body felt good? Damn.
“Go soft for me.” He worked his way down the long strands, washing her hair. “Relax.”
If she relaxed any more, she’d go to sleep.
Wouldn’t that be a total waste? Stay awake. Just enjoy.
She let him do his thing, living in the moment. All of her worries vanished. There was only Trey. His soft touch. The warmth of his voice. The way he made her feel. If tomorrow never came she could die happy. She’d been given a taste of what she wanted, which turned out to be something far more than she’d ever expected.
“Time to rinse.”
He stretched over her again and adjusted the stream of water. It hit her on the top of her head and she craned her neck, letting the lather wash from the locks and down her back. Trey swept his hands over her head, making sure all the soap was gone. She trembled when he turned her but she’d known what was coming. He’d gotten her relaxed for a reason. He didn’t give a shit about reciprocation because in the end he was going to take what he wanted.
She placed her hands above the faucets, resting her palms against the tile. Trey manipulated the showerhead so the water rushed to the side, the heat from the spray keeping them warm. He reached down and squeezed her ass, using subtle pressure to part her cheeks.