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Warm air kisses my bare skin, but the way Vrok is staring at me sends a shiver through me.

His fiery golden eyes rake over every inch of me in a slow, reverent perusal that steals the breath right out of my lungs.

It’s not just the way he’s looking at me, but how it feels.

Like his gaze is a touch, hot and feather-light, gliding over my throat, my breasts, the curve of my hips.

My nipples tighten into aching peaks beneath the weight of it.

That warmth that’s been building in my chest flares hot and wild, pulsing through my veins.

When his eyes finally drop to my pussy, I squeeze my thighs together. I’m already slick with arousal, and my clit is throbbing, practically begging for him to touch me. To claim me again.

And still, he doesn’t move or speak. He just looks at me like I’m the most desirable woman in the universe. And under the heat of his gaze, I feel like it.

I turn slowly, giving him one last glance over my shoulder, then step into the water.

Warm, silky heat envelops me as it slides over my skin, rising past my thighs, over my hips, my waist. I shiver. Not from the temperature, but from the awareness of his eyes on me. I can feel it. That hungry, burning stare moving over me, making my skin tingle everywhere it touches.

I glance back and find him still frozen in place. A muscle in his jaw twitches, and his fists are clenched at his sides like he’s barely holding himself back.

Turning toward him, I let a slow, wicked smile tilt up the corners of my lips. “You coming in, or are you going to stand there and stare at me all night?”

His nostrils flare, and it’s like something inside him snaps.

The simmering heat in his eyes ignites into something feral, and he starts stripping.

The weapons belt he wears like a second skin hits the ground first with a heavy thunk .

Then his boots and his sword. Each item is shed with swift, almost savage purpose, as if he’s peeling away everything that stands between us. Everything that keeps him from me.

Until there’s nothing left but his loincloth.

My breath catches, and my heart stutters as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband. For a second, he pauses, watching me, like he’s waiting for a sign. Like if I show even a flicker of hesitation, he’ll stop. But I don’t.

With one swift flick of his wrists, he yanks it down and tosses it aside, and just like that, he’s standing before me completely bare and breathtaking.

I’ve seen him before. I’ve even felt him, tasted him, and had him inside me, but I’ve never seen him like this.

Never with the glow of algae illuminating every hard, sculpted inch of his body, shimmering off the ridges of his teal skin. His cock stands thick and proud against his abdomen, and I swear my mouth waters just looking at him.

My pussy clenches in anticipation, already remembering what it feels like to be stretched around him and how he filled me so completely it stole the breath from my lungs. He hit places inside me I didn’t even know could ache like that, and he made me come so hard I saw stars.

But this is different, somehow. We’re not tucked away beneath the dark canopy of a tree with a small fire flickering nearby, casting shadows over us. There’s no cover here. Nothing between us but water, air, and heat.

He starts toward me with a slow, prowling grace. His eyes stay locked on mine, burning with that same molten hunger, and when he reaches the edge of the pool, he stops. Like he’s giving me one last chance to run before he pounces.

Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.

I want this, and I want him with a hunger that feels like it might devour me from the inside out.

I want him to claim me. Again. I want to feel his thick cock stretching me and filling me so full until everything else is blotted from my mind and the only thing left in the world is his body against mine and his name on my lips.

Because this isn’t just lust. I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s more.

If this is the last time, then I want to be his. Even if it’s only for tonight.

He steps into the pool, and moves determinedly through the water until finally he stops a foot away, his chest heaving with every breath. He’s so close I can feel the heat pouring off him, and somehow, I can feel the need vibrating through his body like a live wire.

Vrok swallows hard before his hand lifts and he brushes a knuckle along my jaw. The touch is featherlight, but it burns straight through me. “You are so beautiful and beyond anything I dreamed you could be.” His gaze burns into mine.

The words hit me somewhere deep in my chest, and before I can think about it, I rise up on my toes and press my mouth to his. That’s all it takes to snap the last thread of his restraint.

Vrok growls, low and rough, as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

The kiss turns wild with hunger like we’ve both been starving for each other.

His arms lock around me, crushing me to his chest, and when our bodies are finally pressed together, skin to skin, I can’t stop the desperate whimper that slips from me.

His cock is hot and hard where it’s trapped against the curve of my belly, and just the feeling of it there makes my pussy clench like it’s begging for attention.

His hands slide up and cup my breasts. The rasp of his rough palms over my nipples is almost too much.

Almost. He rolls them between his fingers, teasing and tugging just enough to make me squirm, but not enough to ease the ache building inside me.

I can feel how much he wants me, and it only stokes the fire already blazing hot inside me. That fire rushes through my veins, setting every nerve ending alight, until my whole body feels like it’s glowing just beneath the surface.

And somehow, I know he feels it, too.

“I need to taste you,” he growls against my lips.

That’s all the warning I get before everything happens at once.

In one fluid motion, he pulls back, grabs me by the hips, and lifts me like I weigh nothing. I gasp, and suddenly, I’m flat on my back on the smooth stone edge of the pool with my legs spread and my body bared to him as his gaze drags over every inch of me.

The stone floor is cool against my overheated skin, making goosebumps rise instantly. Then, his mouth is on me and the world around me shatters.

He dives in like a male possessed, his mouth moving over me with a hunger that borders on worship. His tongue and lips explore every inch of me like I’m his last meal. Like he’s been dreaming about this all day, and now that he’s got me, he’s not wasting a second.

My hands scramble for something to hold onto and finally my fingers find the edge of the pool. A moan tears from my throat when he swipes along me from my entrance to the swollen nub of my clit, sending pleasure shooting through me like an arrow.

When his rough tongue circles my clit, relentlessly teasing it, it sends pleasure through me so sharp it makes my legs shake. My hips buck, nearly dislodging him, but he pins me down, holding me wide open for him as he devours me.

I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping the thick strands. He groans when I tug, and the sound vibrates through my core.

Then he flattens his tongue and flicks it back and forth across my clit, before drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucking hard.

My whole body jerks. For a moment, I forget how to breathe and my back arches clear off the floor.

Then I feel it. It’s just the barest graze of his fangs, not enough to hurt but enough to send a bolt of sensation through me so intense, I cry out. The scrape of them against my clit is like a lightning strike of pleasure along my nerve endings.

I’m close. So close, now, that I can feel my orgasm approaching like a runaway train, but I want him inside me when I come. I need to feel his cock filling me again.

“Vrok,” I pant. “I—I can’t...”

He doesn’t pause. Doesn’t let up. The growl he lets out is rough, and I swear I can feel it everywhere, vibrating through me.

“Please. I—I need you inside me. I need you now.” I tug hard at his hair, and that finally gets his attention.

When he lifts his head, his face glistens with my arousal, and there’s a wild gleam in his eyes like I’ve never seen before. It sends a fresh wave of heat searing through me that is so intense it feels like every cell in my body is on fire.

His hands grip my hips, and with one quick motion, he pulls me back into the water with him.

I gasp at the sudden heat. He spins me effortlessly, pulling my back to his chest. His hands are everywhere on me, gliding over my breasts, my belly, my thighs, like he’s trying to memorize me by touch alone.

“Hands on the edge,” he says. His words come out in a low, commanding voice, and I do it without question, bracing myself against the stone lip of the pool.

Then I feel the thick, pulsing heat of his cock nudging between my cheeks.

He slides lower, nudging his cock against my entrance.

But he doesn’t push inside me immediately.

Instead, he teases and torments me, dragging his cock through the slick folds of my pussy until I’m trembling with need and aching for him to finally take me.

“Vrok. Please.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold out before I shatter from the need alone.

A low, feral groan rumbles through his chest just before he thrusts into me in one smooth, devastating motion, burying himself to the hilt.

My mouth falls open in a silent scream and my eyes squeeze shut as I clench around him.

He’s so deep, so thick, filling me so completely, and it feels better than anything has ever felt before.

His hands slide up to cup my breasts, his fingers plucking at my nipples until they’re hard, aching points. I whimper, arching into his touch.

And then he starts to move.