Water cascaded over us as he dragged me backward beneath the fall. The force of it over my nipples pulled another heady sound from me, especially when his fingers dug into my hair and massaged again. Again, he tugged me, leaving a curtain of water between us and the outside world. I sucked in a sharp breath, and it echoed in the small space around us. Rokath seemed massive in it as I stared up at him.

Without breaking eye contact, he rubbed the soap over the peaks and valleys of his muscles, then over his hard length. From a hidden stone, he grabbed another bar and handed it to me. I accepted it, then followed his motions, simultaneously cleaning my body and amplifying the tension coiled in my muscles. Lifting a leg from the water, I worked the skin into a lather, nearly tipping over in the process. Rokath caught me, then planted my foot on his hip without saying a word.

Balanced there, I continued cleansing, unable to help that my eyes landed on his erection pointing directly at me, like I was its beacon home.

“So beautiful,” Rokath murmured. I found him staring, raking his gaze over me with the thirst of a dying man. With the utmost care, he lowered my one leg and then lifted the other, offering me balance to clean the final part of my body. But then, he stole the soap from me and did it himself, a firmness in his fingers that relieved the tension in the muscles there.

“Rinse,” he commanded, and my core throbbed.

I hated being told what to do by anyone; I loved being told what to do by Rokath. As strange as it was to admit to myself, with him, I felt…safe. Like even when he barked orders, it was because he cared, in his own fucked up way.

Slowly, I backed away and into the water. He tracked my every movement, every breath, as he stalked forward. I tipped my head back into the flow, letting it cascade over me again. And then, his lips pressed into mine. Not with the usual savagery and violence that was the embodiment of Rokath, but with passion, intensity, and want.

“You owe me an orgasm, you know,” I purred in his mind.

“Owe you? Little imposter, denying you an additional one was a punishment.”

A grip on my hair tugged me back even more, until my throat was bared to my mate entirely. He released my mouth and worked his way to my fluttering, erratic pulse.

“Since you’ve behaved, I might allow you to come tonight. But only if you ask nicely.” And then, he sucked on that sensitive spot. I bowed into him, and his free hand caught my low back and crushed me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself even closer. His throbbing erection pressed against my dripping core. If I only moved slightly lower…

“Ask me. Beg me. I loved hearing you plead for it last time.”

I rolled my hips against him, letting him feel just how hot and wet I was between my thighs. “Promise you’ll let me come?”

A growl rumbled against my throat. “You can come if you obey. Now beg before I change my mind.”

“You wouldn’t.” A little laugh accompanied the words.

He jerked my hair back and forced me to look into his dark eyes, and then his mouth curved into a wicked smile. “One of us has more self control than the other.”

A mirror one stretched across my face. “You call your temper self control?”

“I could unleash a lot more. The world should be grateful that I do not,” he stated, dropping his head and running his nose up my neck to my ear. “Do you want to come, little imposter, or not?”

“Yes,” I breathed, eyes fluttering closed as his warm lips pressed against the underside of my jaw. “Please, Rokath, make me come.”

With one strong arm, he shifted us so that the tip of his cock nudged at my entrance. “Again,” he ordered, rolling his hips so his length slid along me.

“Please,” I panted, nails digging into his shoulder and around his back.

Then, he pressed into me, one slow inch at a time. I hissed at his size, stretching me, filling me, setting every nerve alight.

“You can take it. Just breathe,” he spoke into my mind. A shuddering breath wracked my frame as I tried to relax.

Fuck, this angle was blissful torture, the curve of his cock hitting just the right spots as he worked himself inside. Rokath’s movements were slow, too damn slow, compared to the ways he had taken me before. Those were all rage and wrath; this was languid and luxurious.

Shifting us again, he gripped my ass with both of his large hands, squeezing and using his hold to slide me up and down his length. “Oh, Fates,” I cursed as he shoved me all the way to the hilt, head tipping back as stars danced in my vision.

Slowly, he dragged me off him, until only the head of him was left inside me. My mouth popped open in an O as he sank inside again. Over and over he fucked me like that, forcing me to feel every inch he had to offer. My cries echoed around the rocks, only slightly muffled by the falling water at my back.

Then, Rokath stopped, and my eyes snapped open, ready to admonish him for lying to me about making me come. But he spun us, took two steps, and pressed us against the smooth rock wall. Pinning me there, his lips found mine, crashing harder than a mountain waterfall.

I moaned and opened for him, tasting pepper and spice on his tongue. He curved his hips into mine, drawing another wanton sound from my lips.

“Fuck, Assyria, you take my cock so well,” he groaned into my mind. Rokath hiked a leg higher around his waist and somehow found himself even deeper than before. The feeling of being so utterly full was exquisite, and I basked in the pleasure of it. I was at his mercy as he quickened his pace, trapped between the hard wall and his harder body.

I loved every second of it.

Heavy breaths pressed against my chest as he dropped his mouth to the crook of my neck. “Rokath,” I panted, the rough scratch of his beard there adding a new sensation to the mix. Tension coiled low in my belly, and I clung to him, moving my hips to meet his as I chased just the right angle.

He thrust into me, so hard, so deep, it robbed me of breath. “You come when I say you come. Understood?”

“Yes,” I moaned, though how I would stop myself from falling over the edge once I reached it was a mystery I didn’t want to solve.

“Yes, what?” He nipped at my pulse, then planted a kiss under my ear.

“Yes, mate? Yes, sir? Yes, Halálhívó?” I guessed, wound too tightly to care. If he could just shift his hips again…

A low rumble vibrated us both. “The last two are better.” He pressed harder into the wall, squishing my breasts and rubbing against my nipples, but somehow he managed to work a hand between us and flick his thumb over the sensitive bud at the apex of my thighs.

I jerked at the sudden bloom of pleasure, then moaned, long, low, needy. “Please,” I begged, arching into him.

He dragged his thumb across it again just as his teeth sank into the crook of my shoulder. “Fates!”

“They aren’t the ones delivering you pleasure, Assyria. You call out my name and my name alone,” he growled, his cock thickening inside me as he continued to swirl my clit.

“Yes, Halálhívó, please,” I moaned, needing him to move, to deliver the orgasm he promised.

“Please, what?” he said, dragging his length out and then back in.

“Make me come,” I cried, desperate for the thread holding me back to snap.

His thumb worked faster, moving in time with his hips. Slapping sounds filled the stolen spot under the waterfall, along with my whimpers and moans, and all I could do was hold on as Rokath fucked me. My walls tightened, a wave of pleasure cresting and readying to crash.

“Not until I say,” Rokath growled.

“I can’t stop it,” I panted back, my entire body trembling.

“Yes you can. You come when I say you come,” he ordered.