SLAY
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one hand braced on the lackluster gray tile that was spotless, if about five years out of date, letting the heat and steam relax my knotted muscles and wash away all demon remnants. Adrenaline coursed through my system. In the scheme of things, this hadn’t been much of a fight. Too bad my hunting partner had me wound up as tight as the demon battle had.
My attraction definitely wasn’t just about Nava’s looks. She was smart and
irreverent and even though she hadn’t wanted to be a part of the Brotherhood, she’d not only accepted her Rasha status, but was determined to succeed on her own terms. Plus watching her fight this past month?
My cock jutted out, so hard it was almost painful. I closed my hand around it with a ragged sigh, imagining her in the shower on the other side of this wall.
Something scarlet winged me in the head. Nava’s butt floss bikini briefs fluttered to the ground. “Keep going,” she said. “I just wanted you to know you had an audience so you’d put on a good show.”
“Turns out it’s audience participation.”
“My favorite kind.” She tugged on the string across her back and her bikini top hit the tile. She stepped under the spray, turning her cheek into my hand like a cat wanting to be petted. Her dark lashes fanned across her cheek.
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It took every ounce of willpower I had to respect her no-kissing boundaries. And even more to remind myself that I had a naked, willing Nava in here with me, so if I was going to give in to the familiar anger tightening my chest, to do it later.
“They’re gonna disinfect the pool, right?” she asked.
“Yeah?” I said, confused.
“Good.” She took my hand. “Tell them to disinfect the hot tub, too.”
I swung her into my arms, kissing down her shoulder and carrying her from the
shower across the silent pool deck to the hot tub. With a brief stop at my locker. Nava’s giggles were interspersed with moans whenever my lips hit a sensitive spot.
She kicked the jet on with her foot, the hot tub bubbling with a merry rumble,
then wriggled into the water with a sigh. I took the stairs, Nava stopping me before I hit the bottom, with a hand on my abs. She leaned in, taking the length of my cock between those incredible lips and looking up at me with water droplets shimmering like diamonds on her eyelashes.
I gripped the railing, the cool metal bracing but nowhere near enough to steady me from the heat building on my skin. “Not tonight.” If we played that game, I’d never make it to the main event. I sank onto the tiled bench, glad to be in the hot tub, and even better, about to be in Nava.
She straddled me, sinking down on my cock with that sexy sigh and a secret little dirty smile that almost made me come right then and there.
My cock jerked and twitched. I wished we were doing this bareback but condoms
were still very much in play.
“Oh yes,” she breathed.
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I gripped the backs of her knees, knocking her legs wide and tilting her hips in one quick motion to sink even deeper inside her. “Yes times two?”
“Mmmm.” She played with my nipple, rolling it between her fingers as she
nipped at my jaw.
I sucked on her tit, her hot lushness driving me crazy. My hips began to rock and I forced myself to ignore the frenzy pulsing at my skin and the tight coils spinning out from deep in my core, because I had to go slow. I wanted to go slow, but I also wanted to get drunk on her skin. To rake my hands down her back and drive into her, to make her give into this, into me, without reservation, so that if anyone walked in on us all they’d see was Nava squirming on top of me, sounding like she was coming unglued. I wanted to conquer her and be conquered and the darkness in her eyes promised me everything I knew I shouldn’t ask for, but would anyway.
She sucked my index finger into her mouth, her eyes squarely on mine. Each tug
of her mouth on my finger made the pressure build between my hips and I knew then I was losing it. My finger slid in and out of her mouth and my moaned “don’t stop” slurred together in one drawn-out word, more plea than command.
She lifted her ass up an inch, then sank down again, up and down, again and
again, until I was so hard and dizzy I couldn’t remember the words I was saying or if they were even words at all. She rode me and I groaned, desperate for release.
Our fuck grew harder, faster. Our bodies trembled. I wanted to flip her over, take her from behind, my hands full of her sweet ass, but this was something else. Nava had her head thrown back, and I was watching her run this, run me so completely. It nearly
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sent me over the edge. She was on top and in control, and I’d have surrendered to her forever if it meant always hearing her blissed-out whimpers, always feeling like this.
I pulled my finger from her mouth with a pop, settling my hands on her shoulders as she rode me. Her mouth was rose-red and swollen, her tousled wet hair splayed across her eyes in near-black slashes. She was so tight and so wet and when she looked at me, wild and hungry, it was totally open. My breath stuttered–I came undone, orgasm ripping through me and in that split second, everything made sense. Like I was seeing clearly for the first time.
“Rohan,” she gasped.
I moved her hand off her clit gently and replaced it with my own. Time to return the favor, with interest. My head lowered to her other breast and I ran my tongue along the nipple while Nava’s back arched over me. I could have done this for hours.
I got thirty seconds.
She gave a hoarse shout and shattered in my arms. She fell against me, her heart thumping as wildly as mine.
“Awesome. You think the hotel in Prague will have a hot tub?” she asked.
Prague. Where I’d finally unmask Samson King as a demon after a months-long
chase. I ran a hand through Nava’s damp hair as she lay her head on my chest. And with Nava playing the part of my groupie for her undercover role?
Oh, yeah. This was gonna be fun.
THE END
Copyright: 2016 Deborah Wilde
Cover Design: Mercurial Forte