As he drove into my heat, he drew in a sharp breath. “Fuck!” His hands dug into my skin. “Yes.”

He rose, one arm around my waist, the other on my shoulder. He used the leverage to set a pace that made my muscles tighten around him. I moaned deep and guttural. My hands threaded into his hair and pulled, forcing his head back so I could mold my mouth to his.

When he broke free, he spoke. “Your skin is on fire.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged, kissing him again.

I was hot, but so was Adrian. Our bodies had grown slick together in our desperation to find release.

Adrian shifted, and I found myself on my back with his fingers curled inside me, stroking. I rose onto my elbows, letting my legs fall open as far as they would go, digging my heels into the bed, every muscle inside my body bunched as a sweet and heady pleasure built.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I made desperate attempts to draw air into my lungs, only to sob from the pleasure of him.

My body released suddenly, and a stream of liquid left me. Adrian bent to place his mouth over my clit, sucking and licking my heat before pulling out, only to fill me with himself once more.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I urged him on, lifting my hips. He gripped me and pulled me up, my ass resting on his bent knees. His pace was steady, building pressure in the bottom of my stomach. He leaned over me, roughly kissing my mouth.

“Let me come while I ride you,” I said, and all he managed to do was offer a short laugh before he rolled onto his back and let me mount him once more.

We moved in tandem, our wet bodies slamming together, our breaths ragged. I could not help the keening cries that escaped my mouth or the string of words I repeated, a desperate chant, a bewitching spell, holding on to this rhythm until I came with a guttural cry.

Adrian’s final thrust had him pulsing inside me, and as he groaned, I bent to kiss his warm mouth.

“It’s hot,” I said, breathing hard, my heart racing.

“You have a fever,” he said, his hands splayed across my waist.

“A fever,” I repeated.

My head was on fire, burning from the inside out.

I stood, leaving Adrian on the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“It’s hot,” I said again and turned. I crossed the room to where the metal bath sat before the fireplace—empty. “I want to swim,” I said.

“Isolde,” Adrian said, rising from the bed. “It’s freezing outside. You cannot swim.”

I ignored him and headed for the door.

Adrian’s arm hooked around me, driving my back to his chest.

“I will order you a bath,” he said near my ear.

“I don’t want a bath,” I said.

“Isolde—”