Chapter Twenty #2
Ena let out an audible sigh of pleasure as the warmth hit her, and Ty realized that he definitely had not thought this fully through.
Fucking Iblis, this was going to be torture.
Once they were both in up to their waists and had adjusted to the almost-too-hot water, he moved closer to her, letting her wrap her arms around his neck. Their naked bodies were flush now, and Ty had to swallow and focus.
“Okay, now,” he said, looking down at her. “We’re gonna move to where I can stand, but you can’t, then you can practice kicking for a bit. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said, sounding determined.
He led her a little deeper into the hot spring to be sure she couldn’t stand, then had her float on her stomach in the water and practice kicking her legs. He moved slowly along with her, letting the force of her movements move them both.
“How’s that feel?” he asked, their faces so close together their cheeks brushed.
“Good,” she said. “But I feel kind of silly.”
Ty smiled. “Don’t feel silly. You’re doing great.
Here,” he said, moving around to the side of her and grabbing her waist. He tried hard, so fucking hard, to not think about how he’d love to be behind her right now, his hands on her waist while he drove into her, watching her absolutely mesmerizing ass bounce with the motion.
All things in good time, though… She needed this first.
Keeping her body elevated with his hand while he stood to the side of her, he let her kick and practice moving her arms.
She was surprisingly graceful, for someone who had never swum before, but that didn’t surprise him. The woman seemed to excel at anything she put her mind to, once she got over her fears.
Next, he had her float on her back and practice kicking that way.
Her dark hair swirled around her like blood spreading in the water, and the tops of her breasts and nipples just barely poked above the waterline.
His mouth salivated just looking at them, but he managed to keep his tongue to himself.
She was doing so well, and he could tell this was bringing her joy.
The thought filled him with such warmth—that he had done this for her.
He had made her happy by bringing her here.
The thought came to him then that he wouldn’t even try to deny it anymore—her happiness was absolutely everything to him.
When she finished her back floats, she stood back up, clinging to him with a smile on her face. “This is so wonderful, Ty. I never thought I’d be able to do this. Thank you for bringing me here.” Her words were filled with such sincerity, such gratitude, that his heart nearly burst.
Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him? Was he okay? This was…a lot. Maybe the water was making him too hot and he was getting lightheaded.
He cleared his throat as Ena looked up at him, her cheeks flushed from the warm water.
“What do you think? Ready for more or do you want to get out?” he asked, trying to hide all the overwhelming feelings swirling inside him.
“Let’s get out,” she said. “I think I’m starting to sweat.” She laughed, the sound sending sparks of joy through him once more.
The two of them made their way back to the staircase, Ty reluctantly letting Ena walk on her own once the water was shallow enough, content to walk beside her, when suddenly she doubled over.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed. “Dammit.”
Ty whipped his head towards her, his body springing into action at her sound of pain.
She was bent over, looking at her foot where she’d scraped it on one of the jagged rocks underneath the water, tiny droplets of blood forming along the cut.
“Here, let me see.” Ty scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to where they’d left their clothes on the smooth landing at the top of the staircase.
“You don’t have to carry me,” she said, protesting mildly. “It’s not that bad.”
“I know, just let me see,” he said, placing her down next to his discarded pants.
He knelt in front of her, holding her foot with both hands to examine it. She’d stubbed her toe pretty good, and the scrape was bleeding a little, but she was right, it wasn’t bad.
Ty placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her foot, the way his father used to do when he’d been hurt as a child.
“I didn’t know you had a thing for feet,” Ena teased, the corner of her mouth tipping up as she glanced pointedly down at his half-hard cock, which was quickly becoming fully hard now that he could see all of her outside of the water again.
“I don’t have a thing for feet. I have a thing for you,” he said, pressing another kiss higher up on her ankle. “Every part of you.”
He heard her breath hitch as her legs parted just a tiny bit, giving him a view of that spot he loved to worship between her legs, as she leaned back on her hands.
“What’s this?” she asked suddenly, distracting him from his reverie as she picked something up off the ground.
She was holding up a small iron ring, woven with three strands of metal that were intertwined. In the center was a small but beautiful sapphire, the color as close as he could find to her eyes.
“Oh, that? I, uh…made that for you,” Ty said, clearing his throat.
It must have fallen out of his pants pocket when he’d removed them.
He’d been waiting for a good time to show it to her, but then, well, she’d been insanely distracting.
He’d been slowly working on it in the forge the last few days, in between his other projects, trying to make it perfect.
It had taken an embarrassingly long time to find the exact right sapphire for it, and he almost hadn’t given it to her, worried that she wouldn’t like it.
Knowing all that, he suddenly felt…shy. He didn’t think he’d ever been shy in his entire fucking life, but something about giving this thing to her made him feel exposed in a way he’d never been before.
“You’ll have to keep it hidden,” he explained quickly, not giving her a chance to respond. “If anyone sees you wearing it, it could cause trouble. Witch-slaves shouldn’t have mementos like that, but I wanted you to have it. That is, if you want it.”
Ena looked up at him with eyes so round he was almost scared for a second. Were those tears in her eyes? Fuck. Had the ring upset her somehow?
“Ty…” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you, I…” Her words trailed off as she cleared her throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever been given anything like this before.”
A warm feeling spread throughout his chest and he found himself smiling. He suddenly felt lighter than air, and he realized with calm clarity how the anger that usually hounded him night and day had fully dissipated somehow. It was gone for now, and in its place was this…contentment.
A part of him was terrified of what this feeling in his chest meant for him, for them, but he knew he couldn’t deny it anymore.
He’d known already that he was hers, that she dominated his thoughts and commanded his desires, but this…
this was so much more. This was utter devotion, and admiration.
This was complete awe, excitement, and simultaneous peace.
He was in love with her. Fully, completely—endlessly.
Fuck. The realization caught him off guard, and he didn’t really know what to do about it. Should he tell her?
Ena seemed oblivious to his inner turmoil as she leaned forward to kiss him.
The kiss was gentle but passionate. She smelled like the hot springs and lavender and her.
Ty pulled her in, grabbing the back of her head so she could never go anywhere ever again.
So she’d never leave him, and keep kissing him forever.
She moaned into his mouth, and all other thoughts flew from his head except her—having her body, her heart, her pleasure.
He reached out, gently grazing one of her breasts with his palm. He felt her nipple peak underneath it and his balls tightened in response.
He deepened their kiss, stroking her tongue with his until both of them were panting.
Fuck, she tasted so goddamn good.
He grabbed her breast harder and felt her squirm underneath him, leaning closer to him like she couldn’t keep away, like she was desperate for him too. She was so fucking eager, and he was obsessed with it.
He moved his hand down to her back, pulling her body flush with his.
He felt her breath hitch as her breasts pressed against his hard chest, then he slowly grazed his hand down her leg, hooking it under her knee and pulling her leg on top of him.
She took the hint and moved with him so she straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
His cock was hard as a rock and he could feel her hot, wet pussy on top of him.
Iblis, part of him wanted to slip inside her right now—she was warm and waiting. But he wanted this to last. He wanted her to feel as good as she made him feel.
So he leaned back, pulling away from her soft lips to lay down on the warm, smooth stone floor of the cave.
“What are you—?” she asked, her voice already rough with need.
“Come here,” he said, taking one of her legs in each hand and tugging up towards his face.
“You mean…?” she asked, looking pointedly down at her own cunt and then up at his face.
“Sit on my face, Ena. I want to drown in you,” he said, commanding her, then he tugged her more roughly up to him, and she acquiesced.
She lowered herself onto him slowly, but he had no patience for that.
He pulled her thighs down so they sat on either side of his head and gripped them—hard.
He was probably leaving marks, maybe even bruises, with his grip, but she didn’t pull away.
She rolled her hips into him, pressing her clit onto his open mouth, and moaned like no one was around to hear.
The sound echoed around the chamber, sending another pulse of desire straight to his dick. The taste of her filled his tongue as he began to move it, stroking her slowly as she continued to grind on his face.