Lupi 04 - Night Season

pretty clear on what I need.”
    She stirred the water lightly with one hand. “It’s late, and tomorrow will be busy. I need some sleep.”
    â€œDo you?” He said that idly, as if sleep were an odd thing to require, but he’d humor her. “Go ahead, then. I’ll wake you when I’m done.”
    â€œAs if.” But she didn’t move. She felt so tired and soothed and aroused all at once…it was just too much trouble to say no. She didn’t want to go back to her rooms, where the air was oily. She wanted to lean her head back against his shoulder and let her body drift, half floating, while his fingers made her nipples happy, setting up a tugging deep in her belly…
    He bent his head and drew his teeth along the tender cord of her neck, shooting a bolt of lust straight through her. “Drowsing off?”
    â€œAny minute now.” What was it about teeth? She loved teeth. He bit gently, then harder—not enough to hurt, but close. Her hips stirred restlessly. “Hope I don’t snore.”
    Cullen chuckled and let his mouth soothe the spot he’d assaulted with his teeth, then drifted his lips along her shoulder, kissing, licking.
    One of his hands drifted, too. There was no way Cynna could keep her hips still with what those clever fingers were up to now. “I thought this was all about you.”
    â€œTrust me, I’m doing exactly what I want to do.”
    Something else stirred within her. Something that made her need to turn, to see him. One of her legs dangled off the ledge as she twisted around. Her breasts, buoyed by water, brushed his chest. She met his eyes.
    They were burning blue. Not playful. Not lighthearted. Her breath caught.
    â€œNow,” he said, soft and fierce. “ Now I can get into you.”
    One little squirm of fear wiggled its way through her, but there was no time for more—no time even to wonder what she feared, because his hands curved around her bottom and brought her over him, her legs wide to admit him. His cock pressed at her entrance and sensation drowned her, purely drowned her.
    For all the hard blue of his eyes and the tension along his jaw, he went slowly. Cullen claimed he was not a patient man, and she supposed he wasn’t, but he was thorough. He also claimed he was selfish, and that was partly true. Once he got inside her, he was selfishly determined to take his time.
    She could have blamed the water. Cynna had never fucked underwater before. It was delicious, creating both buoyancy and resistance, altering the tempo.
    But mostly it was Cullen who set the pace. Once he got her settled astride him, she should have been in charge. She wasn’t. He controlled the ride with his hands, his thrusts, and the delicious things he did with his mouth. Her breasts bobbed along barely above the water, putting them within handy reach of his mouth. He took advantage of that.
    Cynna took advantage of her position, too—looking at that beautiful face without having to worry about being caught at it. Letting her hands enjoy his wet, messy hair and strong shoulders. He smelled good. So good. Tasted good, too. She chased a drop of water down his throat with her tongue. Breathing him in while he thrust inside her, slow and firm and implacable.
    He stopped her chase, cupping her face in one hand and making her look at him as his other hand reached down between them and touched her clit. And even before the climax hit, she burst—something inside her breaking and breaking, quiet and terrible and complete.
    After, with her body collapsed against him, limp and destroyed, her face hid itself on his shoulder. Her eyes were wide and dry with despair.
    How could she have let this happen? She’d meant to give him only her body and the pleasure bodies could offer. And he’d taken so much more. Too much.

TWENTY
    T HE market was an explosion of scent, color, and noise. Hawkers cried their wares in at least three languages that Cullen could pick out. His charm translated all of them, of course, the words tumbling over each other in an unholy din.
    Not unlike the din in his head. He’d screwed up last night. Big time.
    Cullen had known that the moment Cynna unwrapped herself from him in the baths. It had been abundantly clear as they walked back to their rooms. She’d scarcely spoken…which was better than what she did when they reached her door, bursting into bright, cheery speech. He’d