Chapter 37

There was such a weariness in the eyes of Adam as he stood at the edge of the waters and watched me play around inside the river.

Yes. I had taken him up on his offer, and had decided to pay a visit to the beautiful stream which was damn cold but cool to swim in.

I watched him rake his hands across his hair and sighed, wondering what exactly was the problem now. Did he remember something bad? Discover more novels at.net

“Are you okay?” I asked him, stopping my motions with the water I’m becoming addicted to.

“Yeah. It’s nothing.” He replied, fixing a fake smile on his face. But his eyes remained the same.

Sad. Tired. Was the workload or expectations on him heavy? Or was it because I was leaving?

I wasn’t sure of the answer, and I didn’t want to trouble myself with those either. Time tells all things. Besides, he would tell me if he wanted to.

“It’s just that I don’t deserve you He muttered, but I managed to glean the words properly. My ears must be overly sensitive today.

I shook her head, a slow smile curving my mouth. “Of course you don’t deserve me. I’m so good and brave and perfect p>

My smile was teasing, frankly sexy, and as I shifted slightly beneath the fizzing bubbles my full breasts broke the surface, inviting his suddenly heated gaze.

“And so beautiful. Do not forget beautiful,” he said softly and straightened abruptly, his muscles rippling.

I felt my heart jump in anticipation. “Maybe. You certainly make me feel beautiful.” I tilted my chin, my sapphire eyes sexy, speculative.

The look must have made his blood race because in the next second his hand skidded down-I am sure to his manhood-his eyes still holding mine. I didn’t look away or look shy. Instead, I smiled that slow, sexy smile of blatant invitation.

“You have something in your mind, Maya,” he murmured softly, his body tightening in anticipation.

I shrugged, a lazy movement that sent ripples along the bubbling surface of the water. “I decided now would be a good time to try out something from one of those fantasies of yours p>

“Do I have fantasies?” he asked softly. His body tightened, hardened, wanted, and needed. He could barely speak, barely move. The water was quite clear or so I thought, but I could see right through it. How? I don’t know. I would think about that later.

I chuckled then. “I’d say some pretty interesting ones. But don’t get too excited. We’re going to start with something easy p>

His eyebrows rose as he began to saunter toward me. His every movement was unhurried and lazy, but his eyes were molten with heat as his gaze devoured me. My breath caught in my throat. I bit my lip, my lashes falling to hide my sudden surge of desire.

“I want you to want me, Maya,” he chided softly. “I need to know you want me. Do not hide from me p>

In spite of myself, my mouth was already curving in response, my dimples deepening. “It’s just that you’re so beautiful, Adam p>

“Women are beautiful, not men.” Adam retorted.

“You are beautiful,” I corrected him. “Look at yourself through my eyes.” It was a teasing challenge.

He found it hard to resist. And there was something sexy about seeing himself the way I saw him. The wanting, the needing. The hunger.

“See?” I shifted to my knees in the river, more like the bank, where the water fizzing around my narrow rib cage, my breasts bare and gleaming with beaded water.

My eyes were on his lean hips and hard, jutting masculinity as he stepped closer to me, the bubbles swirling around his legs like tiny tongues lapping at his skin.

I let out my breath slowly. His thighs were strong, muscled columns covered with fine hair. My hands slid up his calves, urging him closer. I felt the tremor that ran through him, and smiled seductively.

My fingertips moved slowly over the sculptured muscles, and my breath was warm and tempting along his heavy erection.

Adam closed his eyes in ecstasy as my tongue moved in a slow, languid caress over his velvet tip. His stomach muscles tightened as my mouth, tight and hot and moist, closed around him. A groan was torn from somewhere deep inside him.

He caught my hair in his fists, dragging me even closer to him, and his body nearly exploded with pleasure as my hands sought his buttocks and urged him more deeply into me.

With my mouth tight around him and my soft breasts pressed against his thighs, the bubbles tugging at his calves, and my silken hair in his fists, every thought was pushed from my mind until it was filled only with him, with pure sensation.

My fingers massaged his buttocks, pressing hard into the heavy muscles, urging him on. He moved, a slow, long stroke, gritting his teeth against the pleasure that nearly consumed him.

My mouth moved over him, again and again. His hands bunched in my hair so hard I was afraid that my scalp might hurt, but I knew he couldn’t control the involuntary response.

I was aware of what I was doing to him and reveled in it, in my power over him. Every sane thought disappeared, every care, every worry. There was only his body, my mouth, and the feel of his skin and the water bursting around them. Fireworks. Earthquakes. White lightning.

He found himself helplessly thrusting against me, his head thrown back, his joy and rapture not only physical but a part of his very soul.

Strangely, I could feel it.

Why?

How?

How could I feel the feelings he had? How could I know that he enjoyed this, probably even more than I did? How could I know his in-depth emotions?

Did sex with a Lycan guarantee this?

Did other girls feel this?

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