Free Hathor Legacy: Burn by Deborah A Bailey

tasting her. She responded by running her hands over his back, then down over his hips, gripping them so that he was pressed into her hard. His groan was loud enough to be heard over the rushing water, and he rewarded her by gripping her hips as well, his larger hands squeezing in kind.
    Breathless, she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, seeing the hunger there for connection and the desire. Jonathan's emotions ignited her, turning her need for him into a fire that burned through her, making her ache for him.
    Leaning her against the tiled wall, he caught the delicate strings that held her underwear in place and smoothed them down, down, down her legs, crouching as he went. Standing up again, he helped her to step out of them. She watched as he took a stream of soap out of the dispenser and rubbed it between his hands.
    The aroma of spicy soap filled the air, so strong and pungent, she could taste the sweet, hot, and earthy blend on her tongue. He took her hand and led her under the ceiling jet; his fingers were slippery and covered with small soap bubbles. With water cascading over them both, he spread the soap over her skin. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the pressure of his hands on her, his hands moving over her in circles around and around, leaving her gasping as his palms glided over her slick skin.
    When she opened her eyes again, he was wiping her down, leaving trails of small bubbles on her arms and down across her stomach. Gliding his hands back up again, he teased his fingers over her breasts, then bent his head down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
    She gasped as his lips made contact, his teeth nipping her. Running her hands over his slick hair, she held him close as he continued to suckle. Heat seared her, burning a path down past her belly and into her center. Desperate to feel him inside her, she whimpered, unable to stop her body from trembling.
    Meeting her eyes again, he kissed her, pressing her back against the tiles, rubbing himself against her as the water splashed over them, and the spicy, sweet scent of soap and steam filled the air.
    His energy was flowing into her again, filling her, flowing over her, enveloping her with his urgency. Maintaining eye contact with her, Jonathan trailed his hand down and eased his fingers into her. She shuddered as he massaged the sensitive nub, driving her to distraction, craving release.
    The tension within her continued to build, and she wanted to cry out, do anything she could to just let go. She'd initiated it, but he was in control now, taking his time, letting her need for him escalate, disabling any attempt she had at control. Though she had to temper her responses in her role as a Guardian, here with him, she didn't hold back. Instead,   she allowed herself to experience everything that he was igniting in her. 
    Gently he pressed against her, positioning himself so that he could ease into her. Through her own energy she could feel his hunger, and his desire to be with her, to please her, to feel her responding to him. He gripped her forearms and lifted them up over her head, pinning her in place as he moved, insistently, taking possession of her.
    He continued, his groans growing louder, his energy entwining with her own, driving them both harder and harder. Lo sing herself in the flood of emotions, her body tensed; she was suspended, unable to breathe for a moment until finally she was overwhelmed by the release she'd been craving. He released her arms and she draped them over him as he continued to move within her, his rhythm increasing until he stiffened and let out a low growl as he emptied himself within her.
    Leaning against him, under the water, her heart thundering in her chest, she felt his e nergy, reassuring and loving, claiming her and connecting them both.
     
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    A few hours later Nadira was lying in bed, her attention on the dimmed ceiling lights above her. At least now she didn't have to continue to lie about the