38. 37 #2
He held me to him like I was a precious bundle, and I was so happy to be that to him. Then, he lowered me gently to the floor.
I still smiled up at him. If this was the only taste of true mortal love I would ever know, I was happy to have found it like this. In him. In Davian, in Ravi, in this man who had been chosen by two gods and still wanted me.
Davian’s arms were slung around my waist, and he frowned. “I’m so sorry for everything I’ve put you through.”
“You brought me to life,” I said.
He sighed, his shoulders relaxing. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, like he had in Yona’s lounge all those weeks ago. “You are my life.”
I shuddered as his deep voice rolled against me, and then his mouth was on my neck, and we were moving back.
Back, back as his lips sucked at the thin flesh at the junction between my neck and shoulder.
He nipped at the skin and I gasped. Then his lips were on mine, and my thighs hit the edge of the bath and he was kissing me harder than he ever had.
Hard enough to bruise, as his hands gripped my waist. His tongue darted against mine, his mouth claiming my bottom lip.
I needed more, more friction, more of him.
He moved away again, and I could have cried out.
I might have actually whimpered. But a second later, his eyes like molten silver on my flushed chest, he was pulling his shirt over his torso.
Then he dropped his trousers. He stepped back towards me but I shook my head, reaching back and splashing the water against his stomach. He flinched, his muscles tensing.
Davian stopped, his eyebrow flicking in challenge. “Did you just splash me?”
“Take it all off,” I said, my cheeks heating.
He didn’t move. He only stared down at me, his gaze travelling from my feet up to my face far too slowly. Waiting for something.
“Please,” I added.
“Much better,” he purred. He dropped his breeches and stepped out of them.
I stared at him in his entirety, and my thighs rubbed together unconsciously. He noticed, of course.
His eyes darkened. “Now, you.”
I pushed the dress around my hips down to my feet. Then I lifted my chemise over my head. I stood before him, my arms at my side. I did not hide my body, even as I tried to ignore the readiness between my legs.
Davian smirked. “Will you apologise for splashing me?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I won’t.”
Davian’s smirk dropped, and I could tell it wasn’t the answer he was expecting. His eyes flicked over my breasts and down to the hair between my legs. “Come here.”
I stepped forwards as he reached up and untied the narrow leather strap from his hair, which fell down in luscious black waves. He held the leather tie in his teeth as he reached out and gestured to my hands.
I blinked in confusion, but gave him my hands, assuming he meant to hold them.
Instead, he captured my wrists and deftly tied them together with the leather tie.
I blushed, and he pressed a kiss to my hands.
He left me standing there as he swept my chemise off the floor. It was a thin, silk thing, and he twisted it lightly into a rope shape.
“What are you doing?” I asked, shifting my weight.
Davian touched my waist from behind me, and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. I gasped as he pressed his naked chest against my back. I felt the shape of him, beginning to harden behind me.
Then he held the chemise over my eyes. “If you want me to stop at any point, tell me. This is a flavour. If you don’t like it, we never have to do it again.”
“I trust you.”
He tied the chemise behind my head and pulled it tight, and I couldn’t see anything. I held my hands aloft in front of me.
A fingertip drifted up my rib cage and I shuddered against the heat of his torso as the touch painted a line of fire up the curve of my breast and around my nipple.
Then his hand was gone, and the support of him behind me went, too. His hand returned to hold my wrists. He pulled gently. “This way.”
I let him guide me, padding across the floor of the bathing room.
He moved me with care, requesting I sit.
I did so cautiously, and found myself on one of the cushioned benches around the edges of the room.
He lay me down, holding the back of my head to guide me, until I lay on the bench with my knees parted on either side of it, and my toes and ball of my feet resting against the floorboards.
Davian leaned over me, and the muscles in my torso tensed as I felt his hair tickle my stomach.
Then he moved, and I couldn’t feel him any longer.
I waited there for too long. It was probably only seconds, but the anticipation was agony. Then I heard dripping. Footsteps approaching that I had barely heard leave.
I gasped as a handful of water hit my chest. It was warm, and then too quickly, cold.
The water spread, mapping across my breasts and dripping down the sides to fall into the cushion.
His breath came next, blowing softly against the water around my nipples, making my back arch as his warm breath made the water feel even colder. The sensation was maddening.
Once more, there was nothing.
A quick burst of sharp pain pulled another gasp from my lips as I realised he had flicked my nipple. Then the pain was gone, replaced by a tingling burn and the cold of the damp air.
I wriggled, and Davian’s hand came to clamp down on my thigh in warning.
No wriggling. Noted.
I forced myself to still, and then his mouth took my right nipple. I moaned as the heat and suction sent a line of pleasure straight down between my thighs.
Davian swapped to the other breast, and I moaned louder.
“Good girl,” he said.
I melted and the pulse between my legs got ever louder.
He gave my nipples so much attention that I nearly begged for him to move, because the sensation was too much. But I didn’t. I stayed quiet, biting my lip.
Finally, he moved down, pressing a scorching path of kisses down my ribs and to my stomach, where I jolted at the sensitivity of the skin.
His arms gripped under both my legs, and he deposited my knees on another surface. A much warmer one. His shoulders, I realised, as I felt the bone below and the tickle of his hair against my inner thigh.
He breathed out, and his mouth was close enough to my heat to make me writhe. He gripped the outside of my hips and pressed a torturous kiss to each thigh. Then, he dipped down, and pressed kisses to where each thigh met the skin below my abdomen. He kissed every border of his conquest.
He blew a breath against where I needed his attention the most. I groaned, and pulled my wrists down from where they lay against my forehead. I reached for him, but he trapped my hand against my stomach.
Without another second, he sucked my apex into his mouth. I writhed, but his hands on me kept me still. He must have been able to see and smell how wet I was. His tongue rolled against me in slow, aching circles.
He pulled away from there only to lick all the way from my entrance to the apex. He swirled his tongue around again, repeating this several times before capturing me again in his mouth.
I was close already, and when he moved his head back I groaned.
“Can I use my fingers?” he asked.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Davian did hesitate, gripping my hip with his right hand. “I am not your god, Annie,” he said gruffly. “You can refuse me.”
I laughed. Barely, but it was there. The idea was ridiculous to me. “I don’t want to refuse you. No part of me wants that.”
He hummed, and brought his mouth back to me. I gasped as he lavished me with more and more attention, and then, I felt the tip of his finger at my entrance.
My body craved it. I craved it. I wanted every mortal experience with this man.
His finger dipped into me. Halfway, at my best guess. He moved away. “How’s this?”
I nodded, shifting my hips and encouraging him to continue.
He circled my body with his tongue again as his finger pushed in and out of me, slowly at first and then faster. It only heightened everything, feeling that sensation in one part of me while the rest was stimulated beyond anything I had experienced before.
“Another?”
“Yes.”
A second finger joined the first, and here, I tensed. Only slightly, but it was the first sensation of stretching I had ever known. I got used to it quickly, and it wasn’t long until that hint of pain was a distant thought.
His tongue didn’t stop; his fingers moved in and out of me with the same pace.
I was close to a precipice I hadn’t let another witness.
I was so close, my thoughts tumbling together like retreating waves as the new pleasure came to meet it.
My legs quivered and my hands felt cold, and all I could feel was his hot tongue and the desperate heat inside of me.
Moments away, he stopped.
I did protest this time, my gasp more of a squawk as his fingers left me. Then, he moved my legs off his shoulders, and placed them slowly down on either side of the bench.
I waited, my legs still shaking, my hips flexing. I could still feel the warmth of him between my legs. Hovering there. But he waited, too.
A moment after, he blew cold air against where his tongue had been, and I cried out, arching my back. It was something, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Not at all. Not now.
He blew again and I cursed him inside my head as I writhed.
“Ask me,” Davian said. It was simple and commanding.
Ask him? My mind was hardly working. Another cool breath breezed over where I needed him most, but he held my wrists, and there was no way for me to get any friction.
“Please,” I said.
Davian hummed. “Ask.”
“Please,” I said again. Then I managed to string a few words from somewhere. “Your tongue. Fingers. I want them. Can you—?”
It was enough. His head buried between my legs again, and he captured my centre with that searing hot tongue.
I was so near the edge already, I could only breathe in quick pants as he worked my body with a passion that made everything else stop existing.
His fingers re-entered me, and I was spinning.
I was at the edge, and before I knew it, I had fallen.