His hand moved to my hair, tilting my head back, as he trailed kisses down the column of my neck. His other hand disappeared back into the water, and I felt his fingers brush the sensitive folds between my legs. One finger pushed inside me gently, pumping in and out of me slowly. Torturously. Exquisitely.
"f**k, Princess. You are so tight," Varul groaned against my neck, like he was the one being tortured.
"Ah!" I moaned. The sensations coursing through me were clouding my senses. I was dimly aware of the cold water and the moonlight and the forest sounds, and none of it mattered because—
Suddenly, he moved. Faster than I could process. One moment I was pressed against his chest and the next I was behind him, his arm sweeping me back, his broad back a wall between me and whatever was
