“I’d like to think they really are being called off our trail,” Kiers said. “But I don’t think it would be wise to leave our little hideaway just yet, based on that assumption. If they ran across us while they’re still in the area, they’d continue trying to capture us as a literal attack of opportunity.”
Smiling, she ducked her head a moment, then looked up at him. “I don’t think staying here will be a hardship, Mister Kiereseth. As soon as I’ve finished my bath, would you care to show me the rest of those pleasures you promised?”
“I am always at your disposal for such things, Miss Vielle,” he promised. “But first, I promised you a hot bath, so you could relax and get clean.” At the sight of her pout, slight but unmistakable, he grinned. “Of course, I suppose there’s no harm in combining the two.”
She lifted her brows as he stood . . . and sank deeper in the water with a blush, watching him strip off his clothing. Neatly folding and setting each garment in a stack next to hers on the cluttered table, he finally stepped carefully into the tub. Some of the water sloshed over when he settled between her feet, running across the floorboards before draining through the cracks between them.
“We should clean that up,” Vee murmured, distracted by the mess they were making.
Kiers shrugged. The movement slopped a little more over the sides of the tub. “We will. Eventually. But I think we’ll end up splashing quite a bit more before we’re done, so why not wait until it’s all over, yes? In the meantime, be prepared to be stroked from head to toe, my lovely Vielle. Because I am going to touch you everywhere until you beg for more.”
“Beg for more?” she asked, somewhat skeptical. “Aren’t I supposed to beg you to stop?”
He reached for the plate holding the bar of soap on the edge of the broad kitchen table, and flashed her a smirk. “Not if I do it right.”
He definitely did it right. She couldn’t walk.
She couldn’t have flown a straight path if her life depended on it, either. But Vee could—and did—cling to him as he carried her up the stairs. None too steadily himself, of course, given the way she kept trying to kiss his throat, his shoulder, his chin, anything within reach. She clung firmly, keeping her arms and legs wrapped around him like a spider trying to wrap up a juicy, delicious fly. Certainly, she wanted to devour him somehow.
Despite being peppered with kisses and thrown off balance by clinging legs and groping hands, Kiers made it to the bed. She had shown him how to refluff it that morning with careful shaking, turning, and prodding, and the fluffed-up mound looked like the perfect landing pad for her backside. Except she wouldn’t let go.
Dropping her onto the bed left him doubled over at the hips, his manhood sliding against the very wet folds he had stroked and fondled to a fever pitch during their bath. Her hands shifted from clutching to stroking, even scraping a little. Head swimming with pleasure, Kiers captured her mouth in slow, devouring kisses.
From the way she nipped and tugged at his bottom lip, the hungry lift of her hips, rubbing herself against his shaft, slow wasn’t what she wanted. She growled it, too.
“More!” Vee demanded, tugging on his hair. The ache he had stirred wasn’t going away. She needed relief even as she needed more pleasure. She just didn’t know how to say it. “Give me more—I need, Kiers! Give me more!”
“J-just a moment!” he panted, trying to focus through his own need.
Concentrating, he carefully tightened the right set of muscles in his groin, invoking his Earth affinities. Earth-based thon, on the Water side, could be used to affect living flesh. He wasn’t a fully trained healer by any means, but certain skills were important for a prince to know. With a grunt, he felt his thon activate, shutting off his fertility, then relaxed a little as he braced himself over her, panting.
“There . . . now you won’t get in trouble,” he promised her, breathing heavily. The effects dulled his pleasure somewhat, but not nearly enough to make him stop. Rocking against her, he continued to stroke his shaft against the folds of her femininity, until she tugged once more on his hair.
“Need! In!” she demanded breathlessly, bucking up into him.
Shifting his fingers between them, Kiers tested her with one, two, three fingers, pumping them slowly in and out. He had done this before, down in the bathtub. The moan his rubbing evoked pleased him, though he could have done without the hair-tugging.
“More! Put your thing in me!” Vee demanded, too hungry to blush very much.
He grinned, keeping to his task. “My thing? Come now, Vielle,” he purred, enjoying her high desire. “Surely you can name it better than that?” He curled his fingers up inside of her until she gasped, arching against him. “What is it called, hm? You won’t get it until you acknowledge it properly.”
“Gah! Either you put your prick in me, Kiers, or I’ll find someone who can!” she snapped, feisty even in her passion.
“Oh, you will, will you?” he challenged her, none too pleased with that thought. She was his companion, after all. She had chosen him for her first taste in partners. First and best.
“Yes, I will,” Vee repeated, though the more she thought about it, the less she liked the idea.
“No, you won’t,” Kiers decided, wiggling his fingers a little. “You’ve already picked me, and that’s that. You’re stuck with me through pain and pleasure, thick and thin. Lucky for you, I’m very good at the pleasure part.”
“Ohhh . . . you arrogant—! Put your damned manhood in already,” she mock-groused.
Chuckling, he gripped and positioned himself. Pressing the tip into her, he pushed slowly, taking his time. Each little advance forward parted more of her hot, slick flesh, making his head spin. “Ohhhh, Vielle . . . you have no idea how good you feel to me.”
She blushed, hearing her name sighed from his lips like that. The stretching hurt a bit, but no more than it had down in the bath with just his fingers. The look on his face, however, made her discard the ache as negligible. Rapt, that was the word for it. Caught in rapture, he strained over her with his eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed, and his mouth open not just to pant but to release a silent moan.
It was as if he couldn’t spare the attention or the energy to actually moan aloud, though part of him wanted to try. Vee found that look captivating, enough that she barely winced when he finally pushed fully inside. It hurt, of course, but she was too busy being distracted by the impassioned faces he made to care. Lifting her hand, she caressed his brow, his cheek. “You are so handsome . . .”
At her words, Kiers turned his head, pressing his lips to her palm. A nuzzle allowed him to capture one of her fingers. Sucking on it, he looked at her. Vee found herself captivated by the intensity in his stare. When he finally moved in slow, firm thrusts, that intensity shot straight into her groin. The ache was still there, but the passion was back in full force, curling low in her belly and reaching up into her arms, into her breasts.
It was her turn to part her lips in silent, breathless ecstasy. Head tipping back, Vee arched her spine. That put his slow thrusts at a slightly different angle, increasing that lightning-like pleasure.
“That’s it,” Kiers whispered in encouragement, rocking a little faster. “Feel that? Do you like that?”