Knightqueen (Oronis Knights #3)

His release hit hard, and he heard her gasp. With a groan, his come splashed his skin, her hand, her belly. The force of his release made his back arch. So good. His lungs were working like bellows, and it was all he could do to stay upright.

Gul. All Carys had to do was touch him and he came like an untried teenager.

Carys rubbed his seed between her fingers. Then she lifted her hand to her lips and tasted it.

Sten groaned, and tugged her into the pool. “You unman me.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “You look very manly to me.”

There was happiness on her face, and Sten realized how happy that made him. “Your turn now.” He stroked his thumb over her lips. “Now, I’ll take care of you.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Sten’s hard body felt so good pressed against hers.

A tremor ran through Carys. She could touch him, all over. Explore his body how she’d dreamed so many times.

She let her hands roam over his thick biceps and shoulders, kneading his amazing muscles.

He held her closer and sank deeper into the water. Then he swam over to the edge where the woven tray sat, filled with a number of small bottles and vials. He pulled the lid off one bottle, and the scent of flowers wafted into the air. He tipped some of the liquid into his big, callused hands, and ran them over her body.

His hands ran down her arms, and back. Then down her sides, across her belly. Each stroke made her insides melt. It was so nice not to smell of dirt and perspiration.

In here, with steam rising in the air, nothing existed but the two of them.

“Hair, next,” he murmured.

She tipped her head back. He worked some lotion into her hair, then massaged her scalp. She closed her eyes, floating in the water. Her big, strong guard was taking care of her.

He could be sweet as well as tough.

He carefully rinsed out her hair.

“My turn.” She found soap with a woody scent, and ran it over his chest. She paused at some of the scars marking his skin. There weren’t many. An Oronis knight’s implants normally healed their wounds, and they rarely left a scar, but these had been from that terrible nelok attack. The alien creature had slashed his face and chest, but he’d shielded her for two days. During that time, the wounds had become infected. She reached up and traced the scars on his cheek.

“They aren’t pretty,” he said.

“They’re a sign of your courage and bravery.”

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Heat curled in her belly. She stroked her fingers up the ridges of his abdomen, then reached around the curve of his muscular ass.

He made a low sound. There wasn’t any fat on him.

Then she turned her attention to the cock rising out of the water. He was hard again. She ran her soapy hands over him, smiling at his low groan. He was so large and thick. She swallowed. She might be a virgin, but she knew how sex worked.

But she wasn’t entirely sure how this would fit inside her. She kept stroking him and set the soap aside.

Sten scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the pool. He grabbed some drying cloths and strode to the low bed of pillows in the adjoining hut. He set her down and then rubbed the drying cloth over her skin carefully, finally dipping between her legs.

Her lips parted. She felt so sensitive, so needy.

She wanted him so much.

Still damp, he pushed her down on the cushioned softness. She lay on the bed, watching his gaze run over her.

“You steal my breath, Carys. And it isn’t just your beautiful body and face. You’re beautiful inside, too.”