My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 83: Submerged [18+]

[Warning: Mature Content]

Violet

I was relieved to find a bathing room behind the second door. Relief washed over me.

Every surface was smooth and gleamed like marble. The bathing tub was larger than what I was used to, and there were more crystal stones in the walls that lit up when the door opened. The light reflected off the polished surfaces until everything seemed to shimmer.

There were oils and soaps arranged on small shelves, soft towels folded nearby.

I moved to the sink and turned the ornate taps. Water flowed out a bit cold and I immediately wiped my face with it. Sighing and leaning back to look into the small mirror mounted on the wall.

I leaned against the sink and shuddered.

I hadn’t had any pressing intrusive thoughts about Kael for a while and it had been nice. And now...

I shook my head, wanting to take my mind off the whole thing entirely. I moved to the tub and experimented with the various taps there before finding one that spewed out warm water.

It worked similarly to the one back in the estate.

As the tub filled, I stripped off the clothes I had on and went to get one of the soaps and towel before sinking into the water gratefully.

My body immediately relaxed as the warmth enveloped me, easing muscles I hadn’t realized were tense. The bathing room in the settlements felt more like stalls and didn’t have tubs. Though, I hadn’t shared the pool with the others, but I missed this feeling.

I wiped at my skin, washing away the dust and sweat from the journey... but my mind wouldn’t remain quiet.

The contraceptive. Kael’s room connected to mine. The beds...

I slid deeper into the water, letting it close over my shoulders, as I leaned my head back against the headrest.

’Just for a moment,’ I told myself. ’Just rest for a moment.’

My eyes drifted closed.

[ - ]

It was dark. His room, though somehow, I knew it was his even though I couldn’t see clearly. The bed was there.

He was there.

"Violet."

His voice curled around me, low and rough, vibrating somewhere inside my ribs. I couldn’t see his face clearly, just the gleam of eyes, and the shadow of broad shoulders. But I could feel him.

I felt him everywhere.

The heat rolling off his skin, followed by a faint coolness. The faint brush of his breath against my throat.

His fingers found my jaw, and his thumb swept over my lower lip until it parted.

My breath hitched. A strange feeling displaced the atmosphere.

What was happening?

I was in the bathing room and now... This was a dream. It had to be one.

But it felt so real...

His touch. The rough texture of his fingertips against my skin.

My skin prickled.

"I’ve thought about you," he murmured, his piercing eyes hovering over mine. "Every day. Every night."

The words sank into me like warm honey. I tried to answer, but my voice wouldn’t come. My syzygy hummed, turning each graze of his touch into silver light that bloomed underneath my skin.

He leaned in, his mouth finding mine with a controlled intensity, as if he had all the time in the world. There was no urgency, only the deep, languid strokes of tongue that coaxed mine to answer. I melted, my hands rising to find his shoulders. My fingers curled into warm muscle and the kiss stretched, endless, until I was dizzy with the taste of him.

Somehow we were on the bed. I didn’t remember falling. The cool sheets suddenly pressed against my back as his weight settled over me. We were chest to chest, his thigh sliding between my legs.

His mouth drifted down my neck, teeth scraping my skin lightly with kisses. The clothes were gone. His hand cupped my breast and I arched with a soft cry. His arm was suddenly cool. His palm was rough. And his thumb circled its peak until it ached sweetly.

His hand slid lower, over the tremor of my stomach, until his fingers slipped between my thighs. I gasped, clinging to him as a finger traced me slowly, parting my folds, and circling that sensitive spot until my hips rolled helplessly upward. Another joined, sliding inside with devastating ease.

He groaned against my neck.

A sound that vibrated through my body as the pleasure built in slow, liquid waves.

Then his weight shifted, and his body settled more fully between my thighs. I felt him immediately. Hot, hard, and pressing exactly where my body suddenly ached for him.

His head nudged my entrance.

"Look at me," he breathed.

I opened my eyes, not knowing when they were even closed in the first place. His face was still shadowed, but his gaze burned with a fierce tenderness.

He slowly pushed forward, and that first burning stretch I felt stole my breath as he began to enter—

I jerked awake with a gasp.

Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as I sat up too quickly, my heart pounding violently against my ribs. I was still in the bathing room, the water now lukewarm around me.

A dream. It had been a dream.

But my body didn’t seem to understand that. My skin felt flushed, oversensitive. My pulse raced. And between my thighs, an insistent ache reminded me of exactly what my unconscious mind had been imagining.

My face burned and I clasped my hands over my cheeks, dunking my face into the water.

What was wrong with me?!

I remained in the water for a while before scrambling out of the tub on unsteady legs. I wrapped the towel around myself, shaking, and not from the cool draft of air in the room.

"No... no... that was a nightmare," I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself.

’It was...’

This was his fault. I wasn’t having any of these thoughts when I wasn’t anywhere that made me think of him.

That stupid room.