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Wilder’s mouth nearly fell open at the sight of her, naked but for her fate stone. Every dip, every curve of her perfect body called out to him, and his cock strained against his pants.

‘Thea…’ he breathed, leaning in and brushing his lips against the hollow of her neck, breathing in the new lavender soap scent. ‘We said we wouldn’t…’

He couldn’t take his eyes off her in the mirror, how her breasts rose and fell with each breath, how hard her nipples looked, how her thighs were slightly parted, and how her backside pressed against him.

‘There’s no escaping this,’ she said, reaching for his hands. ‘No matter what we say. And I’m done denying it. I want you, Wilder.’

She put his hands on her, cupping her breasts.

Wilder groaned as his rough palms closed over her soft skin, the sensation sending a current racing through him, gathering at his balls, making his cock throb.

Thea tilted her head back, resting against his chest as he let his hands explore her. He circled her breasts with the lightest touch, he pinched her nipples until she moaned, and all the while, they watched themselves in the mirror, as though their reflections were untethered from them. They were not the same people; they did not have the same worries. Their reflections were free to do as they wished.

And so Wilder let his fingers drift south, tracing Thea’s navel and dipping between her legs. She arched her back, pressing her backside against his rock-hard erection, creating enough friction between them that he wondered for a moment if he might just come in his pants like a teenager.

But this wasn’t about him.

He let his fingers trail down her centre, finding her wet and wanting.

She whimpered as he circled her clit, her legs shaking against his. He hooked a hand under her thigh and lifted her leg, placing her foot on the vanity so she was spread bare before him, so he could see her, all of her.

His pulse seemed to slow. Gods, he’d never seen a more perfect sight.

‘Wilder…’ she moaned.

His name on her lips was like a drug.

She cried out as he slipped a finger inside her. Furies save him, she was so wet, so tight as she clenched around him.

Thea reached for him, but he held himself away from her grasp.

‘Let me give you this,’ he murmured against her skin.

She melted beneath him, moving with his finger as he added another, coaxing that pleasure into being for her.

Everything about Althea Zoltaire was intoxicating: the way she felt, the way she rode his fingers and moaned his name as he circled her clit, the heat of her skin against his bare chest.

His whole body was alight with blazing desire, his erection straining almost painfully against his pants, begging to be freed, begging to slide home into her wet heat. He wanted to kiss her, but he also didn’t want to miss a moment of witnessing her pleasure, so he kissed her neck instead, watching as she writhed. Gods, he loved how her body responded to him, so flushed with pleasure, his fingers soaked with her arousal.

She arched into his touch as he squeezed her breast and played with her nipple, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

‘Look at me,’ he commanded softly, his hand closing gently around her throat and lifting her gaze to meet his in the mirror. ‘I want you to look at me as you come undone.’

And at those words, she did.

He could almost feel the wave of pleasure rushing through her, his own need answering in response, his cock twitching against her backside.

Thea’s body shuddered against his and she cried out loudly, eyes wide, legs quaking.

‘Gods…’ She twisted against him and captured his mouth with hers, kissing him fiercely through the rest of her climax. He caught her hands before she could grip the hard length of him.

‘We don’t have time for that,’ he told her, unable to stop himself from pulling her close and deepening the kiss for a moment.

Still naked and flushed, Thea panted as he broke away, trying to keep his smile to himself.

‘Get dressed, Princess… There are clean clothes in the armoire.’

She made a noise of disappointment against his chest, but eventually acquiesced, leaving him to bathe.