First, Nemia kicked off her heels finally. Surprised they had made it through with minimal blood or damage. Then, with shaky hands and a deep breath, Nemia started to pull the tatters of her shirt off. Tossing it to the ground, away from them. Her eyes fixating on Dorian's chest rather than his eyes. Reaching around her back, unfastening her bra. Letting it drop to her feet.
Her eyes slowly moved up, seeing his throat flex from a swallow. She licked her lips, flicking her eyes to his.
Her hands hovering over the button of her jeans. He hadn't moved an inch, not even started taking his own clothes off. His eyes just watched her with hungered ferocity. He was at war with himself again, she could tell.
She bit her lip softly, unfastening her jeans and peeled them off. With no underwear on and not breaking eye contact as she stepped out of them. His eyes following her, nostrils flaring and a low growl rumbled in his chest. She hadn't stepped towards him, but rather, towards the tub. Taking a small side step until her knee brushed across the stone of it.
His eyes moved across her naked body and his beasts growl slipped through, deeper and more dangerous sounding than his usual. Chills ran a long Nemia's skin and she let Adira's responsive growl slip through.
Dorian started shedding out of his suit then, kicking off his shoes and slipping out of the jacket. Started fiddling with the buttons of his shirt then ditched the poised approach and just ripped the shirt open. Untucking it from his slacks in the same motioned used to send the buttons flying. His pants dropping with ease the minute he swiftly swiped the belt out of the loops and unfastened them.
Standing in just socks and dark gray boxers, she let her gaze drift down across his chest and abdomen. Taking in the features this time. The light dusting of hair that spread across his chest, tightening into a trail as her eyes slid down his abdomen. His muscles defining every inch she'd traversed so far seemed to coil under her gaze.
He had seemed to pause and she flicked her eyes back to his. A sly smile pulled one corner of his lips. Standing motionless, letting her drink him in. His eyes were dark with hunger, but it appeared like he'd gained the upper hand on his beast again.
Unsure if she was thankful or disappointed, her lips quivered momentarily. Turning away from him then, she stepped up then down into the tub. Deeper than she had first realized when the water reaches her waist as once fully inside after three steps down. A perfect size for him to sit and relax, she realized. But she'd drown if she were to attempt to from where she stood. At least there was steps to brace herself on.
As that thought crossed her mind, she heard Dorian sink down into the tub behind her. Turning around to face him just as he slid down. Taking a seat on the tubs floor, his shoulders barely peaking out of the water.
"Come here." He rumbled, one hand reaching around her waist as the other grabbed the back of her thigh, just above the backside of her knee. Pulling her down into his lap.
Her breath escaped in a high pitched squeak, "Ack, Dorian!" She giggled,o settling herself in his lap in a sideways display. One arm hooking around the backside of his shoulder, gripping her small hand around the same shoulder. Her other found its way to his chest immediately, laying softly against it. His chuckle at her response vibrated her hand from his chest.
His arms squeezed around her softly for a moment, causing her to shift closer. Move against him, that's when she felt it. Involuntarily stiffening at the revelation of how large this man was that was holding her. In more ways than one, working down the ball of nerves that closed her airway.
She knew he sensed the shift, probably felt it being in his arms like she was. She frowned at her reaction, but the hand on her knee was pulled out of the water and tipped her chin up to look at him.
"Relax, Nemia. It's your terms, just say the word." His soft words offered for comfort. She knew what he meant as well as knowing he was being honest, noble. Something that she found was just, him. He is noble.
She bit her lip softly, his beast slipping a growl through his defensive in response. Her stomach coiled, nerves and desire fighting for dominance in her very pit.
"I want..." She started, though paused.
"You." Adira finished in her mind as Nemia paused.
Nemia sighed. "To wash myself first before anything."
Adira growled lowly, disagreeing with her. But Nemia felt firm in this. No matter how much she wanted this, she wanted to do so being clean first.
Dorian chuckled again and nodded his head. "We can absolutely do that."
She could see his struggle with control in his eyes, but he handled it nearly flawlessly. If she didn't notice his internal conflict in her own, she would have thought he was completely unfazed in the moment.
They dispersed from each other than, Nemia slipping off his lap to move into the center of her tub. On her knees, the water came just over her breasts. Getting to work on cleaning herself with closed eyes aside from opening them to reach for shampoo and such other things that was neatly arranged in the far right corner. Dorian doing the same across from her.
Once she could finally run her fingers through her wet hair with no snags, she felt tremendously better. The rest of her body being quick to wash away the days worth of grime.
The water has done wonders, relaxing every muscle in her body. Even the ones she didn't realize that needed it. Unable to stop the smile that pulled the corners of her mouth, satisfied and relaxed. Her eyes still closed from the last dunk she had taken, could still feel the fresh drips of water running down her face.
"God's you're beautiful." Dorian's voice beckoned her eyes to open, finding him relaxed against the corner to the left of her on the stairs side. Arms sprawled open across the stone that edged the sunken tub. His eyes were fixated on hers as they opened.
She could feel the heat creeping onto her cheeks and glanced down, biting her lip softly. Not used to the compliment, though not because she's never heard them. Rather, her reaction was because this was the first time she'd ever paid attention to the one making the comment.
The water stirring caused her to look back up at Dorian, who was now using his hands to push himself across to the center. To her, his nose and eyes the only thing out of the water until he reached her. Where he rose to his knees like her, though the water only reached to just above his belly button. Even now, he towered her and she was growing a fascination about it.
"Feel better now?" He asked softly, his hand to brush a clump of wet hair off her shoulder. His fingertips brushing across her skin sent a shock of electricity through her system.
"Yeah, much." Her voice was a notch lower, and breathy. Licking her lips, his eyes followed.
"Good." He responded, his voice a baritone whisper. The same hand used to remove her hair, gently brushed its thumb against her cheek. Moving across her jawline as the rest of his hand pushed under her hair then wrapped around the back of her neck.
Pulling her towards him, and though he started to lean down to meet half way. She stood on her own, becoming eye level with him and laced her arms around his neck. Her lips crashing against his, the flickering flame igniting in it's full glory.
Her hands and body's movements on raw instinct, Adira taking the reigns of her body without shifting and their minds melting together, becoming truly one.
She pushed against him, making him sit back on his heels in the water as her legs went to either side of him. Sinking a bit, her core rubbing over his member as she settled over it.
Dorian growled lowly in approval against her lips, his free hand wrapping around and firmly gripped her ass. Pulling her closer and his head swept across her entrance and up near the bud of nerves nestled in her folds.
She moaned softly, the feeling sending another wave of electricity pulsating through her. His member throbbed against her and she knew he felt the same as her.
Her hips rolled then, rubbing against him. His hand flexed, tightening a bit on her ass as another growl ripped through, this one more ferocious as his beast broke through. "Nemia." He groaned against her lips.
"Claim me." She murmured, nipping his lip softly before her head tipped to the side. Giving him full access to her shoulder.
Dorian's teeth elongated partially, his beast breaking through and the hand gripping her ass shifted her again. Placing the head of his member at her entrance. One fluid motion and his teeth sank into her shoulder as his member pushed through in a single, firm stroke.
"Mine." Adira melted the thought away as she gave full control back to Nemia.
Nemia was immediately overwhelmed as she was flooded with pain and desire wrapping into one sweet, beautiful bow. Then, his thoughts and emotions flooded her senses as the mate bond snapped closed around them.
That was it. After a few moments of stillness, Dorian pulled his teeth out of her shoulder and their eyes locked together. The pull of the bond stronger than she could've ever imagined. More so even, than what she'd seen from others in passing times. Its ancient roots locking them together now and for the rest of eternity.
He started pushing up with his hips, grinding into her then pulling away before repeating. After a moment, her body began moving against his in the same rhythm. Their eyes staying locked together. Both wanting to see the same thing, to watch the pleasure on one anothers face.
As the pace began to pick up, the bathroom became filled with the sounds of sloshing water. Dorian's grunts and Nemia's , at first, soft moans. Ones that picked up in strength as she came closer and closer to a building pressure, ready to burst.
Her head fell back and her nails dug deep into Dorian's shoulders. His name leaving her lips. "Oh gods, Dorian." She moaned loudly as that pressure released finally.
Dorian groaned out Nemia's name himself as she felt herself constrict around him rapidly. Pumping feverishly for a few hard strokes before his own member pulsated inside her. A warmth spreading within and she felt another wave of pleasure send her through another conclusion of her own.
They sagged on each other for a few minutes, not wanting to break the connection just yet. Wrapping their arms around each other as they panted in unison.
Regretfully, Nemia pulled away first. Though the smile that couldn't be ripped off her lips was shining brightly. She glanced outside of the tub to the floor and bit her lip softly seeing the water reaches over to the other side of the bathroom. "Oops." She mumbled softly.
Dorian glanced over and chuckled softly, leaning over to kiss her new mark. One that would never truly heal, and that was perfectly alright with her. Nemia's skin tingled under his lips, the area still sensitive. "I'm sure it'll happen again, it'll be alright."
He stood, scooping her into his arms and she squealed with a laugh. Smacking at him softly in fake protests. "Bed now." He spoke darkly, and Nemia's skin perked to attention. The heat unfurling inside her in response.
"Yes." She murmured to him inside his mind as she intertwined with it using their mated link.