Chapter 21
PRIEST
Luna is naked and in the pool with me, and my cock is harder than a fucking brick.
The lust has been building inside me from the moment I realized she was watching me swim.
I felt her before I saw her. I’m just that attuned to her now.
One lap, I popped up and there she was, eye fucking me from the doorway.
I knew she was watching, so I took my time, swimming for as long as I could go, heightening my desire with every stroke I took through the water.
Until my lungs burned and my cock was aching.
I never knew it was possible to swim and have a hard-on at the same time before, but achievement fucking unlocked because, with Luna around, it is.
And now, I have her exactly where I want her. Naked and wet and mine to feast on. I don’t know where I want to start first, that pouty, arrogant mouth, those perfect tits, or her sweet pussy.
“I think I should be getting even with you ,” she says, all insolent fire, ready to go to battle with me. “You’re the one who?—”
I solve my dilemma, smothering the rest of her complaint with my lips.
For a few breaths, she doesn’t respond, just holds still and lets me kiss the shit out of her.
I gentle the kiss, going slower, catching her lower lip in my teeth and tugging while I cup a breast and roll one of her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
That does it.
She makes a low sound of frustrated need, and then her arms twine around my neck.
I deepen the kiss again, and she opens for my tongue, her mouth chasing mine.
We stay that way for a while, and I’m content to devour her lips.
This is the way to tame my wild, furious poet.
To make her forget all the reasons she shouldn’t want me and just surrender to what she needs instead.
I kiss her until I’ve had my fill of her mouth for now, and then I drag my lips down her throat, finding the place her pulse is pounding hard and fast. No, she’s not nearly as unaffected as she pretends.
She wants me every bit as much as I want her.
I nibble on her throat, biting just enough to leave a mark but not to cause her pain.
Tomorrow morning, she can look in the mirror and remember she belongs to me.
“Priest,” she gasps out, shuddering in my arms.
I don’t stop. There’s no mercy in me. The fires of lust that have been raging inside me from the moment I walked into the living room earlier burn hotter and brighter than ever.
I’ve had over a dozen laps of the pool to contemplate what I’m going to do to her, how many ways I’m going to fuck her here.
And yet, despite all my plans, now that I have her, wet and naked in my arms, I’m so overwhelmed that I hardly know where to start.
I follow my lips down the center of her chest. She glides her fingers through my hair.
I cup both of her breasts, not bothering to cage her in any longer. Luna isn’t going to run.
She needs me every bit as much as I need her.
Like the next beat of my heart.
Like the next sip of air.
Like the sun rising in the morning and the stars dazzling in their brilliance at night.
Elemental, inevitable, essential .
I must have more of her. All of her. And in the same way, she needs that from me. Together, we’re on fire.
I flick my tongue over a hard, pink nipple and can’t tamp down the thrill rising inside me at her response.
She arches into me, grabbing a handful of my hair with desperate intent, and holds me there.
I oblige her by licking slow, delicious circles around the peak before latching on to her nipple and sucking in earnest.
Her feet leave the bottom of the pool as a lusty sigh escapes her.
She’s floating now, completely at my mercy, her thighs around my waist. I find her other breast and suck hard, then nip at the tightly furled bud.
She moans my name, wrapping around me like a mermaid.
If she’s here to take me down, I’ll gladly sink to the bottom with her.
Just as long as she never stops touching me the way she is now.
One hand on my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin, the other in my hair, telling me without words what she wants.
“I’m so mad at you,” she murmurs breathlessly.
Her desperate determination to cling to her defiance, even in the wake of her own desire, just makes my dick even harder.
I’m probably leaking pre-come into the pool right now, but I don’t even care.
I’ll tell Roc to throw in extra chlorine tomorrow when my balls are drained and I’m once again capable of rational thought.
“Let me see how mad you are,” I taunt, my fingers skipping down her body, over her belly, the luscious curve of her waist, the swell of her hip.
And then lower, to the left. I cup her pussy with my right hand and catch a nipple in my teeth, tugging hard, pressing her into the tiled pool wall with nothing more than my hand on her.
I’m not stroking, not fingering. Just staking my claim.
Her breathing is ragged. She whimpers. I have her, and she knows it.
We both do.
I release her nipple and straighten, holding her stare while I slowly, slowly stroke over her swollen clit with my thumb as I continue cupping her.
“You don’t feel that mad right now, Luna Andriani,” I whisper. “Do you know what you do feel like?”
She tips her head, her dark, wet hair falling beautifully down her back, a lone tendril sticking to her cheek. I don’t think she’s ever been more gorgeous than she is in this moment, naked in the water, everything she wants from me written on her face.
She licks her lips. In the low light of the pool room, her eyes are almost onyx, glinting and glittering with the same feverish desire that boils unchecked through my veins.
“I hope I feel like I’m furious,” she murmurs. “Because I am.”
“No.” I kiss her nipple, the curve of her breast, increasing my pressure on her clit, my other fingers tracing her lips, finding her entrance. “You feel like fucking mine.”
She inhales sharply and stiffens in my arms with a little cry.
It takes me a second to realize that she came. She came with nothing more than my thumb pressing on her clit and my fingers gliding through her slit, making shallow dips into her pussy. But I don’t have long to revel in my triumph.
Because in the next moment, she shocks me utterly.
She goes from soft and complacent in my arms, the tremors of her orgasm shuddering through her, to a wildcat. She’s all nails and fury, scraping my chest and shoving me away from her, diving under the water and swimming away.
“Fuck,” I mutter, watching her hair cascading behind her as she moves beneath the water.
Admiring the play of light on her sleek body.
Until I realize she’s gained the upper hand when I badly need to maintain it.
I dive below the pool’s surface, chasing her. My eyes are open as I glide toward her, catching up even as her arms and legs thrash, moving her through the water as fast as she can go.
I’m faster.
I catch up to her, executing an underwater tackle. We roll around on the smooth bottom of the pool, and I manage to kiss her. She clings to me, kissing me back until my lungs burn and reality returns. Holding her in my arms, I kick off the bottom.
We surge to the surface as one, gasping for breath. I kiss her again, and she holds me tightly, kissing me back. Our tongues tangle. Our mouths fuse. I’m going to die if I don’t get to have my mouth on her cunt soon.
I break away first, gasping for breath, almost delirious with lust, with need, with whatever the fuck it is about Luna that makes me want her more than I want anything else.
“I want to lick you,” I tell her. “I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue and drink every drop of your come, and then I want to stick my cock into you and fuck you so hard you forget every other man you’ve known.”
She doesn’t protest, just makes a sexy sound that makes my dick twitch.
Taking that as a good sign, I guide us to the edge of the pool.
When we reach it, I stop, looking down at her.
Fuck, she’s so perfect for me, it’s practically a crime.
Intelligent, rebellious, wild and prickly when she needs to be, and soft and wet when I want her to be.
The rest of what Saint had to say tonight may have been complete shit, but he wasn’t wrong about the effect this woman has on me.
I want her so bad, I’d give her my family’s entire empire on a silver platter if she asked me for it.
Thankfully, she doesn’t.
“I need a yes,” I rasp when she doesn’t say anything.
She’s watching me with parted, swollen lips. Looking so fuckable I can barely stand it.
But I’m also painfully aware of the fact that she didn’t want this marriage.
She was forced into it. I believe in family duty, in doing what’s right for all the people depending on me rather than living selfishly, which is why this marriage between us happened.
I’d never—and I mean fucking never —force an unwilling woman to be with me.
I’d sooner put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger.
Luna is pissed. That much I know. But even if she rejects me out of spite, I’ll accept it. Desire is a two-way street, even if the rest of the rigid constraints binding our lives aren’t.
“Luna,” I prod. “Tell me. What do you want?”
With a cry, she presses a hand to her mouth.
She’s torn.
She doesn’t want to want me.
But that doesn’t mean shit, and we both know it.
Finally, she nods and removes her hand. “Yes.”
I’m feeling perverse. I don’t want to let her get off that easily, no pun intended.
“Yes to what?” I ask, already clamping my hands on to her waist in preparation for lifting her from the pool. “Say it, baby.”
There’s a heavy, loaded silence as she wages war against her pride. And then, finally, she surrenders.
“I want you to lick me,” she admits.