The water splashed and rippled around us as our bodies joined, creating tiny waves that lapped against the stone bath. Darren emitted a low, satisfied growl that vibrated from his chest into mine, primal and unrestrained. His grip on my waist tightened, fingers pressing into my flesh with barely controlled desire.

“You’re my queen,” he murmured, the words half-statement, half-answered prayer.

I rolled my hips in answer, establishing a rhythm. “And you’re my king. Don’t ever ...