Chapter 275: Siren Queen
** Harper **
Was it really possible for a man to look so drop-dead hot in a flower bath, skin dewy with a soft sheen of milky mist and abs peeking out from a bed of colorful petals like a deliciously decorated dessert?
Oh yes. Absolutely yes, and Harper liked her vantage point from directly above. Just the view itself was already making her blood boil, so much so that even the wet waterdrops clinging to her skin didn’t make her feel cold at all in the breezy air.
This wasn’t one of their go-to positions on a typical day, to be honest. Maybe because she wasn’t quite the type to obsess in the thrill of taking control, or maybe because she was just lazy and preferred being pampered on her back. But at this moment, she started questioning her usual judgment. What a view that she could’ve taken more time to enjoy, at whichever angle she wished and with whichever part of her she wished! Perhaps she should start doing this a bit more often.
That thought must’ve been written all too clearly on her face, because the next moment, a knowing smile curved Eli’s lips in an impossibly seductive way. "You should do it like this more often, Harper." He spoke exactly her own thought. "Especially in a bath. I can tell you this is so many men’s ultimate fantasy, to have a beautiful siren rising from an ocean of flowers to ride them to oblivion."
Harper laughed. Well, she supposed that if her guy could already look so seductive and tasty in this bath, then she herself must be making a decent sight as well on top of him, waist-deep in roses with the bright afternoon sunlight shining right over her shoulders. She flipped her hair behind her back, satisfied with the way his eyes darkened instinctively as they locked onto her chest, and she imagined how classical a siren painting they must be making indeed in their current prop.
"Then you must tell me more about that fantasy of yours," she prompted, lifting her hips to start grinding over his groin. "What’s a siren supposed to do for her handsome sailor? What song should she sing?"
She smirked triumphantly when she felt the hardness nestled against her entrance harden even more, along with the slippery trail of her own arousal steadily thickening between them. Another hiss escaped his throat as he tilted his head back, lips parted.
Though unfortunately, that triumph didn’t last long. "You know what song I love to hear from you most, my siren queen." His hands were quick to move, gripping her waist tightly and stopping her in the middle of her naughty movements. "It’s this one—"
He lifted his hips and thrust into her, with a surprising efficiency and momentum that sent the water splashing all around them like a surge of seawaves.