Page 37 of Tanglewood Legacy (The Three Sisters 3)
He shifted her, grinding his cock against her backside and kneading her breasts with one hand as his other traveled down the slope of her abdomen. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, her eyes hooded and her breath coming in shallow pants. “That feels… Goddess, Pierre. Please.”
He drifted his hand lower, and a thrill of anticipation filled him when she arched against him in response, sending water rippling. He gripped her thighs and spread her wider. She obliged until her knees touched the sides of the tub. He returned his hand to the place where her thighs met.
“Tell me what you want, Isis.”
“Touch me,” she said between pants.
“Touch you where?” He grinned against the side of her cheek, wild with need for her but wanting to hear her say it.
“Between my legs.”
He grunted his response and slid his fingers along her slit, then rubbed slow, languid circles around her clit. She moaned and bucked against his hand, and he plucked her nipple, gently pinching the nub between her legs at the same time, noting her enthusiastic response. “Mon etoile, let us see if we can make you shine brighter.”
He hooked his hand and sank a finger inside her, continuing to circle with his thumb as he pumped in and out, watching her thighs clench beneath the surface. Two fingers and her flesh quaked, her hips finding a rhythm against him, faster, harder, chasing her release.
Moving his other hand from her breast to her throat, he gripped under her jaw, holding her head against his shoulder as he quickened his thrusting fingers. “Burn for me,petite étoile.”
Her breath caught and her body tensed. Shadows exploded from her. The water rose straight up as her thighs clenched together around his hand and she writhed in his arms. He watched in amazement, desire riding him. The water, the darkness, it all came crashing back into the tub as her body turned boneless against him.
He kissed the side of her head and stroked her hair. “Extraordinary.”
Drawing a deep breath into her lungs, she flipped over, kneeling between his legs and turning those deep-water blues on him. “Now, you’ve surprised me.”
He quirked a brow. “About what, specifically?”
“I hadn’t thought there was anything about this realm that was better than Ouros, but I was wrong.Thatwas better than anything I’ve ever experienced before, in any dimension.”
Hooding his eyes, he lowered his lips to her ear. “Thatisn’t over.”
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Isis’s heart pounded in her chest as she floated over Pierre, still buzzing from the orgasm he’d given her. He was hard and ready, but what she had in store for him couldn’t be done in a tub. “Filthy. I know just what to do with a man like you.” She straddled his legs and kissed him softly, then grabbed the bar of soap and started lathering his chest and shoulders. He moaned as she kneaded his thighs and then pressed her chest against him to scrub his back.
“Putain, Isis, you’ll kill me with desire.”
Rinsing him clean, she shot him a heated look. “Now, what to do about that filthy mouth and filthy mind?”
He raised his hips, and his substantial length pressed hard between her legs. “I can think of a few things.” He leaned in to take her mouth, but she rose from the water and stepped out of the tub, tugging his hand toward the bed.
“Do you want a towel?” he asked, but she didn’t stop until his knees hit the edge of the bed and his back slapped the mattress.
“I don’t care about getting dry,” she said, nudging him to the middle of the massive four-poster. “Or covering up.”
He combed his fingers through his wet locks and nested them behind his head, his cock jutting out toward her in all its glory. “What do you want now,mon etoile?” His lips turned up in a wolfish grin.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she commanded. Prowling up his legs, she lowered her mouth to his cock.
The sound Pierre made was nothing short of carnal as she sucked him to the back of her throat, delighting in the power she had to give him pleasure. It was one thing to have magical power. Quite another to wield the power of a woman over a man, body and soul. That’s what he was giving her. The adoration in his eyes was nothing short of worship.
“I need to be in you,” he murmured, grabbing her shoulders and drawing her up to kiss her again. When she straddled his hips, he flipped her over. His mouth crashed down on hers again as his cock nudged her entrance. Ever so slowly, he pushed in, stretching her to her limit. She hadn’t been with a lover in years and never someone like Pierre. He coupled their hands on either side of her head and locked eyes with her, burying himself to the hilt. She couldn’t muffle the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips.
And then he was moving, his body stroking inside hers at the same time his mouth did sinful things to her tongue, her neck. Her pleasure drew the shadows again. They brushed around Pierre, tousling his hair before sweeping along his spine, between his legs.
“Isis, my God…” He pounded into her in earnest, and her body spilled over into pleasure like an overflowing goblet. She writhed under him, then shattered, rocking against his hips as he followed her into oblivion. They remained tangled in each other, skin damp from both exertion and their bath.
He stroked her hair back from her face. “Je t’aime, mon étoile.”
She kissed him solidly. “I love you too. So much, it makes my heart ache.”
