A Kingdom of Venom and Vows (Stars and Shadows #3)(33)

I kissed the top of her head before pressing my lips to the shell of her ear. She cocked her head to the side, giving me better access, and my lips followed the path down her neck.

My heart hammered in my chest, and I knew she had to feel it against her. But I couldn’t calm myself down.

She was the most spectacular thing I had ever seen, and just sitting here in the tub with her, being allowed to touch any part of her, it was a blessing I would never take for granted again.

Reaching forward for the soap, I lathered it into a small cloth. I rubbed it along her neck and the sound that escaped her mouth made my cock jump against her.

I took my time, slowly running the cloth down her arms and hands before moving onto her chest. I rubbed the cloth down her breastbone before moving it around her breasts at an achingly slow pace.

She arched back into me, her body begging me for something I was dying to give her, and she whimpered as I pressed the fabric against her nipples.

I didn’t linger there long. I trailed the cloth down her stomach, and I grinned as she huffed in frustration.

I cleaned her midsection thoroughly before moving the cloth over her hips. Her lips opened the smallest bit, her body begging me for more, and I avoided her center altogether as I moved down to her thighs.

I worked the cloth over both of her legs, washing away every trace of the fae kingdom from her body, and she slowly rocked against me.

I reached forward, taking both of her thighs in my hands, and I pulled them apart until either thigh rested on mine. She was spread open for me, her pussy begging for my touch, but I took the cloth and ran it along the inside of her thighs at an achingly slow pace.

“Please, Evren.” Adara cocked her head to look back at me, and the desire in her eyes was almost enough to break me.

She wanted me, and nothing in this world or the next would ever have that kind of hold on me.

“What do you want, princess?” I whispered the words against her lips, and she craned her neck until her mouth pressed firmly against mine.

“I want you,” she whispered. “I want to remember nothing but you.”

A growl ripped from my chest, and I couldn’t control the way I wanted her. It was all-consuming, my desire for the beautiful creature in front of me, and I knew that it would be my demise.

She had the power to destroy every part of me if she so chose.

I ran my hands down her body, one cupping her breast while the other sank lower. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and she arched into my touch.

Watching her was intoxicating. I felt drunk off my need for her, and I groaned low in my throat as my hand lowered and lowered until I pressed into her center and felt her wetness against my fingers.

She tensed as my fingers trailed over her nub, and I tried to block out the fear that anyone else had touched her. If my brother had forced himself on her in this way, I would torture every inch of him until he was begging the gods to take his life.

Adara must have felt the tension in my body because she looked up at me before reaching up and wrapping her hand around the back of my neck. She pulled me down until my lips met hers.

“Only you,” she murmured against my lips between her kisses. “It’s always only been you.”

The territorial groan that left my mouth filled the small washroom, and I sank my fingers inside her. She gasped, and I swallowed the sound into my mouth.

I wanted everything she would give me, every whimper, every sigh of pleasure.

They belonged to me, and I felt greedy for them all.

I squeezed her nipple between my fingers as I moved my palm against her clit. I thrust my fingers into her, slowly at first, then faster as her body began rocking against me and telling me exactly what she wanted.

Everything inside of me screamed to be gentle with her, to allow her to take the lead, but there was a bigger part of me that was desperate to claim her. To remind her that she was mine and I was hers and that no one would ever take her from me again.

“Gods, I will never get enough of you.” I rocked my hand harder and curled my fingers inside of her.

Her hand on my neck tightened, the pain from her grip only spurring me on, and I lifted my knees, spreading her legs farther.

“I love every part of you. Every inch,” she whimpered, and it felt like a hit from the most intoxicating drug. “I have never wanted anything more in all my years.”

She kissed me again as my hand moved harder and deeper inside her.

Her body was tense, a ball of nerves dying to release, and I was desperate to give it to her.

“That’s it, princess.” I moved my hand from her breast down to her thighs, and I widened her farther, pushing her ankle over the side of the tub. “Give me what belongs to me. I thought I would die without the taste of your pleasure.”

She whimpered and her body went rigid against me.

“Tell me this is mine.” My hand worked harder, coaxing her pleasure from her body. “Tell me who it belongs to.”

My voice was a growl, but I couldn’t control myself. Every part of me was desperate, was feral in my need for her.

“It’s yours.” She rolled her hips against my hand, chasing that crash we both knew was coming. “I belong to you.”

My fingers moved harder inside her, and she cried out as her release raced through her. She tried to clamp her thighs together, but I held them apart with my own as I slowed my touch and coaxed every drop of her pleasure from her body.