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  Following her was the easiest decision he’d ever made. He stood stunned, she’d turned on the water, and the sight that greeted him was of her – back arched, head thrown back, water running down her perfect body and her long dark hair. For a long second, he simply stood and watched as Deliya ran her hands over her curves, clearly enjoying the touch of hot water after the unrelenting cold of Antaris.

  When she reached for the liquid soap, Darien’s legs moved completely of their own volition. He took the soap from her hands and poured it into his own. Then, holding her burning gaze, he applied it to every inch of her, massaging it into her flawless skin.

  Her body felt amazing under his touch. He managed about a few moments before pressing himself against Deliya, his hands sliding over her tits, enjoying the feel of them under his soapy hands, the way he couldn’t get a hold of them, making her smirk at him. She turned for him, letting Darien help wash her back, although his hands quickly moved to grope her ass and move down from there, between her legs.

  Deliya reached for the soap again, this time to return the favor. As she twirled back to face him, their lips met, hands sliding across each other’s bodies. He could barely think straight, with the water making Deliya’s body glisten in the dim light of her room, her breasts soft and perky against his chest the way he liked them, her whole body inviting him to simply bury himself deep into her warm pussy again.

  “This may not have been one of my best ideas,” he growled. “I don’t think we’ll get much cleaner here.”

  “You have no self-control,” Deliya reprimanded him. “I’m doing just fine.”

  On anyone but a Brion, that lie might have worked, but Darien just smiled.

  “Oh, of course,” he said, pulling her against him into a grip she couldn’t and didn’t even try to break.

  “I can see that. How interesting that your body seems to be disagreeing with you completely. Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel the way you rub yourself against me even now, or hear the way your breath catches when I hold you like this. Or see the way you tense up when I touch you like this –”

  Deliya moaned out loud as he pushed one hand between her legs again and slid a finger inside her. Pulling her head back gently with his other hand, he looked straight into her wide, surprised eyes while he pushed his finger deeper. Deliya nearly jumped out of his grip when he found the spot to rub in her pussy, but he didn’t let her go. She could do pretty much anything she wanted from him, but he wouldn’t let her deny how much she was enjoying it. Not when it was this obvious how much she reveled in being under his mercy.

  “So,” he said, sliding his finger over the spot, making her squirm and moan.

  “Tell me how you’re doing.”

  “I…” Deliya said, but the next second her eyes were pressed shut and she was biting her lip in pleasure.

  Her hands were firm against his chest, not pushing him away. Simply touching him.

  “Yes?” he whispered, pulling her even closer, speaking against her ear, making her shiver under his breath.

  Before she could answer, he added another finger. This time, her nails dug into his chest. Still not pushing him away.

  “Doing fine, are you?” he asked, low and dangerous.

  Her shiver was so visible he grew hard seeing the effect he had on her. She couldn’t deny that if she wanted to.

  “No,” she sobbed. “Darien…”

  Getting her to moan for him was even easier with two fingers. Her eyes were wide open now, pleading. He couldn’t deny that for all their position, the sight of her like that – wet and hot for him, desire burning in her eyes – had him ensnared.

  He pushed his fingers in and out slowly, watching her tremble in his arms.

  “Darien,” she said.

  That was a plea if he’d ever heard one. He fought the smile that wanted to give away how much he enjoyed hearing his name from her mouth, in that breathless, desperate voice.

  “Yes,” he said with complete calm, “I’m waiting for an answer.”

  “Please,” Deliya sobbed.

  “Please, what?” Darien asked, although his own resolve was crumbling as fast as hers, with no reason to stop it from doing so.

  “Take me,” she pleaded.

  “Fuck me again, Darien, please.”

  It took monumental willpower on his part not to do that exactly right then and there, but shower sex wasn’t what he’d had in mind for the second round.

  “I will,” he promised instead. “Right after we finish here.”

  He let her go, not missing the silent whimper of regret as he pulled his fingers out. Deliya’s eyes told him everything he needed to know. He smiled. So that was what she wanted. That went far, far beyond his wildest dreams. The thrill of battle was gone from his blood, but a new fight dawned, making it sing again. It wasn’t that she was teasing him, she was provoking him to take what he wanted, because it was what she wanted as well.

  He started to wash himself, watching Deliya observe him for a moment and then return to her own lathering. There was a quiet smile at the corners of her lips, mirrored in his smirk, but he was going to get his little star to admit everything her body was telling him already.

  It was a very, very good day.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Deliya

  It felt nice to be warm. After the horrendous cold on Antaris, for some reason much more vivid now that she could afford to think of it, the warm shower was just what she needed. If only the look in Darien’s eyes didn’t make her shiver.

  She wondered if she’d pushed him far enough on purpose. Quite possible, considering how much she’d enjoyed being firmly in his strong arms, with that deep, seductive voice exposing her desire to him. The thought of what was to come made her knees go weak. So much for letting him think this was just a quick fuck and hiding the fact she wanted him so badly it ached. Now he knew, now he definitely knew and if her guess was even close to being correct, there was no way he‘d let her get away with that easily.

  In a daze, she washed all the sweat from her skin, perfectly aware that while Darien was doing the same, his eyes had not left her once. His lips were curled into a knowing, sexy smirk she’d have wanted to slap away if she hadn’t enjoyed it. He was waiting, and Deliya had no intention of delaying anything. She had barely finished drying herself when Darien’s hands closed around her waist, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her neck.

  She shivered in anticipation. Not even the frustration of getting caught in her pretense could overshadow that. She knew Darien, he wouldn’t use this against her in any other way than very directly, there in her room, with her body betraying her so completely it was no use denying it.

  “Get on the bed,” Darien said quietly.

  She moved to obey, the effect of his voice on her body so immediate it scared her. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of him behind her, pounding her into the bed…

  “On your stomach,” he ordered.

  She didn’t have to take it as a command, Deliya knew that, but she had no problem with obeying or with what he was suggesting. She wanted to know what he had in mind. She could say no any time that suited her. Her only problem was she’d hoped he wouldn’t find out how little she wanted to say no to anything having to do with him.

  She crawled on the bed and lay down on her stomach, feeling the coldness of the sheets against her skin.

  “Ass up,” Darien’s voice said.

  Her breath caught at the thought of exposing herself like that to Darien, but lust overrode any shame she might have felt. Saying nothing, merely burying her fingers in the sheets, Deliya did as she was told.

  She felt Darien climb on the bed with her, kneeling behind her, letting his hands run over the curves of her ass. Every nerve in her body was tense, expectant.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” Darien said, tipping two fingers inside her pussy, making her whimper.

  “I mean, you do, but not to the full extent,” he went on, pulling the fingers out to massa
ge her clit.

  Deliya’s hands fisted into the sheets.

  “I’m just realizing this now. And now I know something else as well.”

  Deliya cursed under her breath, but she knew she wouldn’t have done anything differently. Having Darien there with her, in her room, with his amazing, steady hands giving her pleasure… it was worth getting teased.

  “Now I know that you want me too. Not just for a fuck, you think I’m handsome,” Darien said, the amused triumph clear in his tone.

  Deliya felt she would have found that much more annoying if he hadn’t timed saying that just right – at the moment he pushed his fingers back in – and the way she moaned couldn’t possibly be interpreted as arguing.

  “And while anyone can say I let things go, I want to hear you admit that. All of it. I want to hear you scream my name and say how much you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”

  Very difficult to counter, Deliya thought, considering it was all true. She opted to remain silent for the lack of a compelling argument.

  Darien chuckled.

  “I didn’t think for a moment you might give in easily,” he said quietly. “Have it your way.”

  Then he bent to lick her. The sound she made was halfway between a scream and a sob, a broken version of both. She bit into her pillow not to repeat that embarrassing sound effect, but Darien could undoubtedly draw his own conclusions, because she heard – and felt – him chuckle.

  His tongue felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Darien’s mouth was pressed against her pussy, his hands pulling her wide open for him to taste. With every bit of her self-control going into not moaning for every swipe of Darien’s tongue, Deliya couldn’t stop herself from grinding down shamelessly to get more contact if that was even possible.

  When he licked gently over her clit, she shivered so strongly Darien had to hold her in place for him. The pillow muffled only some of the noises she made as he circled her clit with his tongue, sucking on it slowly, making her toes curl in pleasure.

  “Are you still favorable towards me?” Darien asked, pulling back.

  Deliya didn’t have to look behind her to see his smile. Her resolve not to answer the taunt was short-lived as he went on, “Or should I stop?”

  “No,” she said quickly.

  That bloody bastard. That bloody gorgeous, amazing, damnable bastard.

  “Oh,” Darien said, not even bothering to sound surprised. “Should I continue?”

  Her pussy ached for his tongue so badly every second hurt.

  “Yes,” she said, moaning as he gave her a quick lick.

  “Are you sure?” he teased. “I wouldn’t want to do anything you don‘t like. Do you like it?”

  For the last sentence, his voice dropped impossibly low again. Deliya whimpered into her pillow, utterly helpless before him, but even more so before her desire for him.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I like it.”

  She didn’t need to see the victorious smirk to know it was there. All Deliya cared about by that point was feeling that amazing tongue on her once more. As though he’d read her mind, Darien gave her just that. His fingers pulled her pussy open for him and he darted his tongue inside her, driving the last of her mind to sweet, sweet oblivion.

  The sheets were crumpled beneath her hands as she clawed at them, searching for any way to channel the ecstasy flowing in her veins. It didn’t seem possible Darien’s tongue could reach so far inside her, but it felt as if he wanted to taste every inch of her pussy. She whimpered, pushing back against him. When he pulled away, she steeled her resolve not to beg him, at least.

  Instead of his tongue, Darien’s fingers returned. He easily plunged two in, her body readily accepting them. He scissored them inside her, stretching her wider. Deliya couldn’t help but moan. He knew exactly what he was doing, brushing against every nerve ending in her body, or so it seemed as her body was frozen around his fingers, her ass in the air, presenting itself for him to use.

  When she thought she could no longer bear it, that she’d come from his fingers alone, Darien stopped. Before she knew it, Deliya felt herself flipped around to lie on her back, hornier than she’d ever been in her life, staring up at him.

  If she’d thought he looked gorgeous before, she hadn’t properly seen him in pleasure. He knelt above her, his cock hard and huge, making her mouth water. From under the dark curls of his hair, his eyes shone brighter than stars. Every inch of him sculpted like he was a model from which warriors were made, he knelt and looked at her with intensity that made her want to either run from him or throw her legs open for him.

  He nudged them apart himself.

  “So tell me,” he growled. “Do I look just fine?”

  Deliya had to swallow at the sight of him, so the truthful answer was no.

  “Hmm,” Darien replied before coming forward to kneel over her chest.

  His hand lifted her head off the pillow she had at some point actually bitten through and guided her lips to his cock.

  It was so huge she could barely fit even the head in her mouth. That didn’t seem to matter to Darien, though. As she licked the tip of his cock, he hissed in pleasure, stroking himself slowly in tune with her licks. She lifted her eyes to his, seeing the wave of ecstasy creeping closer with each movement of her head.

  “Oh fuck,” he murmured.

  “Oh fuck, Deliya, you…”

  She didn’t get to hear what he’d been about to say, because it seemed that had been the last drop in the reserve of his patience. He climbed off her, but merely smiled when Deliya spread her legs wide for him.

  “I won’t beg you,” she told him defiantly.

  “I wasn’t going to suggest you do,” Darien said, although his eyes had flashed with lust.

  His hand slid between her thighs again, cutting her answer to a short serious of moans.

  “I just want you to admit how much you want me.”

  “Of course I want you,” Deliya panted once she found enough air in her lungs to make up audible words.

  “Or else we wouldn’t be here, do you think…”

  “No,” Darien said, pushing his fingers deep enough to make Deliya sob again. “I want to hear how much you want me.”

  “That’s pretty much begging,” Deliya said.

  Darien laughed.

  “I suppose. Depends on how you look at it.”

  Before she could reply, he lifted her up from the bed and turned her around, leaving her on all fours before him. He knelt between her spread thighs, the tip of his huge, heavy cock pressing against her. She pushed back without even realizing she had, but Darien held her off. His fingers pushed inside her again, his other hand cupping her tits, catching her nipple between his fingers. She felt his teeth graze her shoulders, shivering at the feel of his breath on her skin.

  “So what will it be?” he asked, punctuating the question with a sharp stab with his fingers that made Deliya cry out.

  “Darien…” she began, but couldn’t think of anything to say to convince him.

  “Yes,” he replied instead. “I’m here.”

  She realized he was. Had been there the entire day, at the edge of the chasm where she’d nearly tumbled to her death and then between her and the champion. He’d even been there to protect her from the chieftain, as much or as little as she needed protection. And now he was behind her, hot and strong and solid and there.

  “Darien,” she moaned.

  “I want you. I want you so much it hurts. I need you to fuck me right now, I need to feel you fill me. Fuck me – oh fuck!”

  Her last cry was ripped from her throat by Darien pushing himself inside her. Even with the battle hormones still in their veins, he’d gone slower but Deliya didn’t care. This was what she’d wanted in the first place, what she needed.

  “Faster,” she pleaded.

  “Gods you feel so good…”

  Darien let go of her tits, pushing her lower so he could support both hands on the b
ed and then slammed himself inside so deep Deliya screamed. For a moment he stopped warily, but she wasn’t going to have him be careful now.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

  He listened just like he had before. Holding himself up, he set into a brutal rhythm, sending Deliya crawling forward with every one of his thrusts until she was gripping the bedframe, her head buried in the pillow again, muffling her screams into it. Darien was fucking her hard enough to make it feel like her bones were rattling, but that was exactly what she’d wanted – to feel the absolute thrill and pleasure of giving herself completely over to his desire, no holding back, even if it wasn’t entirely painless.

  Darien was huge, she felt every last inch of him pounding deep inside her, making her cry out, but it was a small pain compared to the ecstatic warmth it brought, her second orgasm nearing like a wave as Darien’s weight descended on her faster and faster.

  “Yes,” she sobbed.

  “Yes, oh fuck yes, you’re so good, so good I…”

  It was him that growled her name this time, pounding his release into her, pushing Deliya off her own edge. She sobbed breathlessly, her entire body taunt to the tips of her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure hit her while she felt his warmth spread inside her pussy. She could barely breathe, her orgasm had been so intense as to nearly make her black out as she’d feared before. On top of her, Darien kissed her neck lazily, taking almost a minute to gather up enough strength to roll off of her.

  She hadn’t expected him to do anything until his desire returned to him, but he pulled her into his arms and there, in his sure and solid embrace, Deliya fell asleep.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Darien

  Darien woke with a start.

  It wasn’t often that he woke next to a gorgeous woman and his first thought was to curse out loud. This time, it made sense. He’d gotten Deliya to promise she wouldn’t kick him out for the entire day, but now they’d managed to sleep through most of it. Of course, it was explainable by the fact their bodies had desperately needed sleep after the battle and intense fucking, but that also meant that as soon as Deliya woke up, she was bound to want him gone from her room, despite whatever need she might have had for him.