Serenity moans, as the hot water sinks into her bones, healing her bruises and cuts. “Lay back, let the spring heal you,” he commands and growls in his throat when she allows him to support her in the water. The first gift she gives him is her trust, she leans back stretching her arms over her head, and her hair floats around her like a golden halo. Long slender limbs and full breasts, fire his desire, making him want to take her, but he is humbled by her offering. Slowly he sinks her beneath the water rinsing away all pain, leaving in its wake only maddening desire.
The bubbles erupt against her body driving all rational thought from her mind. Michael releases her and she stands waist high in the water. He disappears from sight, swimming through the pool to a deeper section, sighing in relief as the pain eases and disappears altogether. When he rises from the water he is alone. Panic threatens for a second until he feels her touch him beneath the water. She bursts from the depths smiling and he grabs her pressing her wet body against his chest.
“Michael, I need you,” Serenity says as she sinks her hand beneath the water stroking him, causing his breath to hiss out. The wet heat of his mouth caresses a sensitive spot at the curve of her neck as her free hand sinks into his damp black hair, urging him on. He nips at her neck as she strokes his heat, causing unbearable need to roll through both. His mouth explores her skin driving her mad as he circles her nipple with a hot tongue, finally drawing the tip into the hot cavern of his mouth. He captures her scream with his mouth, when he drops low into the water and she spreads her legs welcoming him into the hot depths of her body. Frantic intensity takes over as they ride out the first wave of passion. With her legs clamped around him he starts to walk from the spring,
Serenity’s breath is coming out in gasps, as she digs her fingernails into his back. Clutching him tightly every movement sending spears of pleasure around them. A pulse of energy flies from Michaels hand and a bed appears, followed by candles of multiple shapes and sizes. Amazed, Serenity stares into his eyes.
“Now, I want all of you,” he growls. She tries to push away but he drops her backwards on the bed and begins to stroke in and out of her body. Her eyes fly open, filled with pleasure and relief. A moan rips from his throat as he grabs her waist and strokes her slowly.
“Michael! Help me,” she whimpers thrusting her hips up to meet the rhythm he sets. Michael pulls out, grinning at her cry of protest.
“I will help you, Serenity. I will savor you all night,” he whispers eyes never leaving hers, he bends down, bringing their faces so close that they share the same air. He crushes his lips to hers, his tongue hot, wet, and silky, spears and retreats setting a rhythm that floods Serenity with desire. Rising up above her, she sees a possessive gleam in his eyes that humbles her. When his mouth begins its glorious torment down her body, Serenity begins to claw at him. Michael chuckles, pinning her hands to her side and strokes her body with his beard. She feels the pressure building, at the first swipe of his hot tongue her body bucks and her eyes flash purple as she screams his name.
The taste of her drives all sane thought from his mind. Releasing her hands he grabs her hips and Serenity bucks up to meet the fevered pitch of his lovemaking. “Michael!” she screams lifting her hips to take him deeper inside. When he feels the spasms of her orgasm, he buries his face in her shoulder finding his own glorious release.
Later, as Michael is rinsing off in the spring, Serenity stretches and smiles at the soreness of her body. He turns around fully expecting her to be asleep, but she watches him with her beautiful eyes. The scent of their lovemaking clings to her body, and she finds she is in no hurry to wash it away. The passion between them is wild and watching him she knows she will have him again. Rising out of the bed she moves to join him in the water.
“It’s your turn to scream, Michael,” she says enjoying the way he lifts an eyebrow at the challenge in her tone. The water ripples against his waist as she walks toward him.
“Really, do you think you should…” he stops speaking when she presses her wet body against his. One hand slides up his chest and she smiles.
“Yes, I can’t seem to get enough of you, Michael,” she whispers. In her voice he hears the promise of more. Later holding her tightly against his body he smiles as he thinks about how many times she made him scream her name. He sighs, for he knows in the morning they will have to leave this behind them, but for now she is his. They will steal what time they can and treasure each second.
Chapter 13
Michael carries two cups of coffee into the bedroom and smiles at the sound of her singing in the shower. He could get used to the sound of her voice in his life.
“I smell coffee, Michael. Please be coffee,” she says walking in to the small bedroom wrapped in a towel. Her hair is slicked back and she is smiling at him like he brought her diamonds.
“Don’t tell me the key to your heart is coffee?” he says walking
