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It shouldn't have surprised her that the bathroom was as opulent as his office.
The tub, a massive, claw-footed beast, sat against the back wall. A small chandelier hung overhead, its warm lights dancing on the water within the bath. The golden fixtures and rich, wooden furniture lended an air of elegance to the room. It was a far cry from her old campsite or current rooms in the tavern.
You would hear no complaints from her, as she’d stripped off her dress and shoes to enjoy the steamy warmth of the room.
Naked as the day she was born, Tav had paused near the vanity by the window. Its details were carved from the black wood with remarkable skill, and she traced the swirls with her finger. Pausing at her reflection, she looked over the violet bruises that trailed down her neck and over her collarbones. They were tender to the touch, fingertips brushing the discolored marks. There’d be no hiding them, unless she found something with a turtleneck.
Her eyes dropped to the little container of kohl on the table. It had a concave mark in it, and the nearby black-stained brush revealed why. Thinking back to the darkness around Enver’s eyes, Tav grinned.
Oh she knew it.
"Vanity is considered a vice, no matter how beautiful the victim of it." Enver's voice startled her, but she stifled her reaction and instead only spared a glance over her shoulder.
"Do you remind yourself of that when you do your makeup in the mornings?" The woman heard him chuckle, watching his reflection approach. He'd tossed his cloak somewhere, but remained in half-fastened pants and an undershirt. Tav found herself reaching behind her, hand finding his hair in their reflection.
"I've been told I suit greed more than vanity. However, I'll take your word into account." Gortash's lips turned up in a smile, his hand coming to rest on Tav's naked hip before sliding down to rest just below her stomach. “The bath should be warm. I took the liberty of ordering rose oil for it.”
“Hm, is that what you use?” Tav asked, turning in his arms to face him. This required her to look up a bit, while his hand came to rest on her arse. Enver gave it a squeeze, and Tav shot him an amused look.
“I’m fond of bergamot or patchouli myself, but I was attempting to appeal to my guest.” Gortash lifted his other hand to completely encircle her within his arms. “Consider it a gesture of my goodwill.”
“You didn’t want to send me home wearing your marks on my neck and your scent on my skin? I’m surprised.” Her words were met by a swift narrowing of his eyes, jaw clenching before he relaxed back into a smile. The hand on her hip had tightened, and remained so. Even without his gauntlets, his blunt nails bit into her skin.
“You’ve presented an excellent point, allow me to amend my mistake.” Enver chuckled, releasing her to approach the bath. Tav watched him forgo the soft, pink bottle in favor of a honey-colored one as he poured some of the oil into the tub. Fragrance drifted through the room now, the smell reminding her of the Archduke. The way it surrounded her whenever he was near…
Gods, he may ruin her.
Enver pulled the black shirt over his head, tossing it over a towel rack before bracing a hand on the tub while he felt the water. Tav couldn’t help herself, eyes raking over the entirety of his skin as he undressed. The broad shoulders, and curious scars that crossed some of his tan skin. She padded over, sliding fingertips over the raised skin. The man’s head turned slightly, though he remained with one hand languidly swirling the water.
“What are these?” Tav asked, moving to run her hands over his shoulders then back down his spine. Gortash shivered, the moment short enough to miss if she’d blinked. He stood, moving from her side to remove his pants and step into the water. He sighed, a tired sound that didn’t suit him.
“Come, before the water cools.” Enver’s voice was even, but Tav could tell he was avoiding the question. For now, she dropped the matter and swung a leg over the edge of the massive tub. The archduke’s hands found her hips, guiding her down to sit between his legs. Her back was against his chest, and she could feel his hands on her thighs beneath the water. Lips found her shoulder, kissing over the marks he’d left earlier and humming his approval. “Is the temperature to your satisfaction? I can have it warmed, one of the many benefits of my upgrades to this city.”
“You would explain your achievements while in the bath.” At her words, he pinched her thigh and she squealed, splashing some of the water out of the tub with her thrashing. “ Asshole .”
Gortash chuckled, and Tav worried that the sound had become too desirable. She liked the way his voice rumbled in his chest, the way his palms felt on her hips. Speaking of-
“What happened to cleaning up?” As she spoke, his hand had slipped between her legs. The slow drag of fingers on her clit made her sigh, leaning her head into the crook of his shoulder. His eyes were on her body, his unoccupied hand rising to take one of her nipples in his fingers. He pinched gently, and had her hips pressing against his hand, teeth biting into her lower lip.
“I find myself distracted.” Enver’s breath ghosted over her skin, and his teeth dragged over the shell of her ear. “Would you prefer I stop?”
“No.” Her answer was so swift, that had his hand not already been between her legs, she might have been embarrassed. “Hells, Enver.” Tav sighed, the name slipping so easily from her lips. Behind her, she felt him begin to stiffen against her back and experimentally hummed his name again. The response was instantaneous, a groan slipping from between grit teeth. The sound sent heat straight to her cunt, and she lifted one leg to hook her ankle on the tub’s edge to allow her partner’s hand more space.
“I’m right here, pet.” Gortash continued to explore her body, thumb seeking her clit while his middle finger slipped within her. “Whimpering my name, and so wet already.” Tav whined, letting her eyes shut as he pressed another finger inside her. “Responsive, aren’t you? Look at me.”
The woman opened her eyes, finding Enver watching her intently. His irises looked like melted chocolate in this light, his lips curled in a smirk as he fucked her on his hand. Tav’s mouth fell open, breaths coming in soft pants as the thumb on her clit continued to circled the bundle of nerves. Her body had started to twitch, making waves in the tub that splashed at the sides, Still, Gortash kept her eyes on his. He’d wrapped one hand around her throat, pressing just enough to make the edges of Tav’s vision so fuzzy.
“Please, I need-”
“Go on then, pet. Let me feel you.” The words were enough to topple her over the edge, squeezing around his fingers as she came. “Just like that. Beautiful.” The hand around her throat released, though he kept it there. The palm of his hand was warm on her skin as he held her neck, pressing a kiss to her jaw as his fingers withdrew. “Do you want more, or was that too much for my little hero?”
“Would you really let me go, if I asked?” Tav shifted against him, willing the boneless sensation in her body away. She could feel him, his cock hard against her backside.
“That would depend entirely on how nicely you begged.” Enver replied, assisting her onto her knees so that she could lean her arms on the edge of the tub. “Though I suspect you have no intention of running.” He patted her ass, just a tad shy of a proper slap. Tav wiggled it, grinning over her shoulder. Gortash grabbed her hip, and she felt the head of his cock run over her folds.
It took so little effort to push her body back, slipping the head inside her. Tav hummed in pleasure, but the noise turned into a cry when she was suddenly pulled back and filled entirely.
“Be careful, pet. If I need to teach you how to behave, I will.” The archduke’s tone was strained, an arm slipping around her hips to pull her back onto him with each thrust. “You take me so well, you know that?” With all the praise, Tav was left whimpering and gasping. It was hard to remember to cling to the porcelain, and her grip slipped every time he fucked her hard enough to ache. It was only a matter of time before she lost her handhold, and she’d have fallen into the water if he hadn’t caught her.
“Come, my little hero. Let’s get you on dry land.” When Enver pulled away, she could have cried at the loss. Instead, she was taken in his arms and deposited before the vanity. With a soft mat beneath her feet, she watched her lover clear away the surface before he guided her forearms to the wood. “Perfect.”
In this position, she watched him in the reflection as he ran a hand down her spine and over the curve of her ass. It was second nature now, the feeling of brilliant fullness when he entered her. This time, Tav got to watch Enver’s reflection as his eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in a breath. His tongue darted over his lower lip, and she watched his eyes snap open when she squeezed her inner muscles to tease him.
"Does my little queen want more?" The chosen of Bane knew precisely what to say to make her whine, smiling as his palm returned to the small of her back. Just enough pressure was applied to hold her down, his hips rolling against her. "I know you like when I talk to you. When I call you pretty pet names."
Tav's reflection looked wrecked, hair half-damp and mussed from their time in the tub. Her lower lip was red from worrying it with her teeth, eyes half-lidded as Gortash spoke to her. When she didn't respond, she was pulled back against him with a smack.
"Fuck!" Tav cursed, suddenly finding herself pulled flush to the archduke's chest with his hand around her throat. "Enver, please!"
"Now you talk, hm? I need you to sing." His voice was a hiss, holding her close as he fucked her. Every harsh breath fanned over her skin, and she heard him groan when their eyes met in the mirror. "Tell me you want to be filled, how badly you need it."
Tav could feel herself toeing the precipice, cursing as she slipped her hand between her legs to rub at her clit while he fucked her. The desperation of his thrusts, combined with the soft moan of her name in her ear, was enough to send her over the edge again.
Now, it was Gortash's turn to curse as her cunt fluttered around him. She could tell he was almost there, thrusts becoming erratic.
"Come for me, Enver." Tav begged, breathless. "I need it. I need you to fill me. Breed an heir into me." This was enough, and she braced herself on the vanity as they both fell forward. The man's forehead rested on her shoulder blades, arm looping instinctively around her waist to rest a hand on her stomach.
"Hells, woman." His voice was ragged, an exquisite sound. "Speak to me like that, and I'll keep you here until I'm certain you carry my son."
That shouldn't have made her wet again, but Tav did her best to curb the filthy what-ifs that her brain had provided.
"That means we'll be working together, I assume?" Tav asked, laughing lightly as they remained pressed together. For now, he seemed content to stroke her skin and rest his cheek on her back.
"You'll have me when needed. Though I doubt Orin will pleased with our sudden…alliance." Gortash mused. "Allow me to send a Watcher with you."
"I'm hardly defenseless. Am I sensing a little concern?" Tav heard him grumble behind her. "Besides, after this, I have every intention of coming back."
"I'll forgo a contract for now. Though, I expect collateral." Enver began to move away, and Tav opened her mouth to complain before it was caught in a kiss. "To seal the deal."
The butterflies in her stomach were an ill portent of her growing affection. Still, she pulled him close for another kiss with the promise of return on her lips.
It would be a problem for another day.