hardened beneath her wet vest, the buds elongating. Sun was no stranger to men, but the feelings inside her were completely foreign. Her clit tingled and her pussy ached. A quiver of desire ripped through her.
Concerned that Mica would notice her attraction, she turned away. “Why not?”
“Good. I’ll prepare it. You continue swimming.”
Mica waded to the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out, providing her with a full view of his broad back. Dozens of old scars streaked the flesh, creating several valleys in the hard muscles. Remembering the flogged body in the desert, she guessed
the scars were reminders of his banishment. For the first time her hatred of Mica truly waned. She had blamed him for what his father had done to her village but the elder general had treated his son with the same contempt. Mica had suffered at the maniac’s hands. In spite of his violent upbringing he tried to change his own ways. Sun didn’t think he’d succeed. He was damned by his bloodlines but she had to give him high marks for effort.
Her gaze dropped to his sculpted buttocks and thighs. Muscles rippling, he walked to the tiny hearth and lit a fire beneath the pot. From the trunk, he removed an onyx tea set and a pouch of tea leaves then arranged them on the table. When the water boiled, he ladled it into the cups now filled with leaves and set them aside to steep.
Sun pushed herself out of the water and wrung out her wet hair. She joined him on the platform.
“Try this.” Mica withdrew a jar from the trunk and removed the lid. He held it out to her.
“What is it?” She glanced at the tan, creamy substance inside and sniffed it, enjoying the aroma of flowers and almonds. “Umm.”
“It’s good for the skin after bathing.” Dipping his fingers inside, he rubbed some on his arm. “Like this.”
Sun shrugged. “Why not?”
She scooped out some of the cream and massaged it into her arms. The sensation was pleasant and the scent divine. Taking more, she sat, smoothing it onto her legs.
Mica’s gaze focused on her thighs. He turned away, but not before she noticed the enormous bulge in his loincloth had grown so the leather stretched almost to bursting.
Sun contemplated running him through with her sword. Even better, she wanted him to run her through with his sword.
You should be ashamed, Sun. Keep a little self respect. This man’s father destroyed your life.
Mica pulled his robe over his head, once again cloaking his exquisite body as well as the evidence of his lust. Sun could at least take some comfort in knowing he found her attractive as well. Not that it would get him anywhere.
Mica knelt on one of the pillows near Sun and silently chastised himself.
Damn, why did I have to give her the stupid cream?
Trying not to stare as she rubbed the scented mixture on her gorgeous, rounded thighs, he imagined his hands running along her smooth flesh and fantasized about how soft and warm it must feel. His erection throbbed, but he resisted the urge to adjust it, or better yet wrap his fist around it and relieve some of the torturous sexual tension.
Drawing a deep breath, he forced himself into submission and tried to ignore his racing pulse.
Stop it, Mica.
But why should he stop? It had been a long time since he’d been overcome by
sexual urges. He’d begun to wonder if he’d ever feel like a man again.
The hint of a blush in her cheeks when he’d stood by her in the pool and the way her nipples turned to hard pebbles revealed her attraction to him.
You’re not supposed to think about such things. The less you desire, the better. You’re to be a Priest. Romantic relations with a woman will have absolutely no place in your life.
“I have something similar.” Sun interrupted his thoughts.
He raised an eyebrow in question.
She reached for her leather bag which she’d left beside her robe and tugged out a jar containing a greenish lotion. She handed it to him. “I like how yours smells
Concerned that Mica would notice her attraction, she turned away. “Why not?”
“Good. I’ll prepare it. You continue swimming.”
Mica waded to the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out, providing her with a full view of his broad back. Dozens of old scars streaked the flesh, creating several valleys in the hard muscles. Remembering the flogged body in the desert, she guessed
the scars were reminders of his banishment. For the first time her hatred of Mica truly waned. She had blamed him for what his father had done to her village but the elder general had treated his son with the same contempt. Mica had suffered at the maniac’s hands. In spite of his violent upbringing he tried to change his own ways. Sun didn’t think he’d succeed. He was damned by his bloodlines but she had to give him high marks for effort.
Her gaze dropped to his sculpted buttocks and thighs. Muscles rippling, he walked to the tiny hearth and lit a fire beneath the pot. From the trunk, he removed an onyx tea set and a pouch of tea leaves then arranged them on the table. When the water boiled, he ladled it into the cups now filled with leaves and set them aside to steep.
Sun pushed herself out of the water and wrung out her wet hair. She joined him on the platform.
“Try this.” Mica withdrew a jar from the trunk and removed the lid. He held it out to her.
“What is it?” She glanced at the tan, creamy substance inside and sniffed it, enjoying the aroma of flowers and almonds. “Umm.”
“It’s good for the skin after bathing.” Dipping his fingers inside, he rubbed some on his arm. “Like this.”
Sun shrugged. “Why not?”
She scooped out some of the cream and massaged it into her arms. The sensation was pleasant and the scent divine. Taking more, she sat, smoothing it onto her legs.
Mica’s gaze focused on her thighs. He turned away, but not before she noticed the enormous bulge in his loincloth had grown so the leather stretched almost to bursting.
Sun contemplated running him through with her sword. Even better, she wanted him to run her through with his sword.
You should be ashamed, Sun. Keep a little self respect. This man’s father destroyed your life.
Mica pulled his robe over his head, once again cloaking his exquisite body as well as the evidence of his lust. Sun could at least take some comfort in knowing he found her attractive as well. Not that it would get him anywhere.
Mica knelt on one of the pillows near Sun and silently chastised himself.
Damn, why did I have to give her the stupid cream?
Trying not to stare as she rubbed the scented mixture on her gorgeous, rounded thighs, he imagined his hands running along her smooth flesh and fantasized about how soft and warm it must feel. His erection throbbed, but he resisted the urge to adjust it, or better yet wrap his fist around it and relieve some of the torturous sexual tension.
Drawing a deep breath, he forced himself into submission and tried to ignore his racing pulse.
Stop it, Mica.
But why should he stop? It had been a long time since he’d been overcome by
sexual urges. He’d begun to wonder if he’d ever feel like a man again.
The hint of a blush in her cheeks when he’d stood by her in the pool and the way her nipples turned to hard pebbles revealed her attraction to him.
You’re not supposed to think about such things. The less you desire, the better. You’re to be a Priest. Romantic relations with a woman will have absolutely no place in your life.
“I have something similar.” Sun interrupted his thoughts.
He raised an eyebrow in question.
She reached for her leather bag which she’d left beside her robe and tugged out a jar containing a greenish lotion. She handed it to him. “I like how yours smells
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