Another World

Chapter 39

Thranduil maneuvered them nearer to the edge of the bathtub, never breaking from the heated kiss. His hands splayed against her back, drawing her closer against him as he deepened the kiss, his actions hinting at a deep desire to become one with her. Charlotte broke from the contact, drawing in a ragged breath as she clutched at his shoulders for support, and Thranduil used this opportunity to nuzzle her neck. Angling her head to give him better access, Charlotte closed her eyes against the waves of desire that coursed through her body, sighing with pleasure and longing.

A week of not being with Thranduil intimately had felt like an eternity!

Thranduil painstakingly kissed along the soft and sensitive flesh, his lips brushing against her heated skin in featherlight caresses, and elicited a low moan of desire from Charlotte. She entangled her fingers through his silky hair as a sense of urgency overtook her, and she forced Thranduil's attention back to her. There was a momentary pause before her mouth crashed against his as she sought to deepen the kiss, parting her lips to allow him entrance.

Her back hit against the edge of the tub as their tongues caressed and warred with each other, but she barely noticed the stone edge digging into her back. Thranduil's hands wandered lower, his fingers digging into her flesh before curling under her thighs.

There was a poignant pause, the air shimmering and electrifying between them as they stood on the edge of this moment, each eager to take the plunge.

"Take me to bed," she murmured against his lips.

Thranduil broke from the kiss, his lips brushing just below her earlobe as he replied, "Soon. But first, I would like to fulfil a little fantasy of my own."

Charlotte gasped as he gently nibbled on her earlobe. "Oh? And how long have you had this fantasy?"

"As soon as I saw you standing naked on the edge of the bathtub."

Her pulse quickened at the endless possibilities that swarmed her mind, but she didn't have much time to think about it as Thranduil's hands reluctantly left her thighs and in a swift motion he gripped her waist and hoisted her out of the water, sitting Charlotte on the edge of the tub.

Charlotte's breath caught at the dark promise swirling in those electrifying blue depths as he started to part her knees, exposing her in the most intimate way to him.

Thranduil was tall enough to stand in the tub, with only the water reaching mid-chest, and it was apparent that he was going to use this to his advantage to fulfill this little fantasy of his. His eyes locked onto hers as he slowly lowered his head, and a gentle bite to her inner thigh caused Charlotte to gasp.

"Lie back," he ordered in a deep, husky voice.

"I'd prefer to watch you," she murmured, but compromised by leaning back on her elbows. "In fact, I would like to repay the favor."

Another nip to the sensitive flesh on her inner thigh caused her to moan and lose her train of thought.

Thranduil soothed the hurt with his tongue and glanced back up at her, a shadow of a smirk playing on his features.

"I would like that. But tonight, all I want to do is get lost in the taste and feel of you, Charlotte."

Charlotte was about to protest but paused when she glimpsed something flittering across his porcelain features. Thranduil needed this. He needed to be in control and claim her. He needed to reassure himself that she was real and that she was completely his in every way. And, most importantly, he needed to erase the memory of what had happened, as well as the grief he had endured, by getting lost in this moment with her.