The Son-of-a-Sidhe isn't moving, Sam muffled her groan against Rik's strong shoulder as she felt his thick length pulsing within her. She wriggled, then gasped as she felt the flat of his hand tap her ass as he gritted out, "Give me a second..."

Oh, Hell no!

So she bit him. Not hard, but with enough force to grab his attention.

Rik reared back, looking down at her with such an expression of sheer shock on his face, Sam couldn't help but giggle. Finally remembering that her hands were free, Sam cupped his scruffy face in the palms of her hands and smiled up at him.

"Baby?" Sam asked sweetly.

Rik swallowed, hard, and Sam swore she saw a glisten of tears in his beautiful amber eyes as he huffed, "Yes, ma petite flamme?"

He held himself poised above her, those thick biceps swollen as his muscular chest glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, and Sam briefly fought the urge to lick him. Then, with a mental shrug, she leaned up and flicked her tongue over one of his pert, dark nipples—the one at the center of swirling design on his chest that marked him as hers—before she bit it, getting a bit of revenge for his earlier teasing.

Rik gave a strangled groan, withdrawing his dick and then slamming it back home. Holding himself up, his legs stretched out on the bed, her legs hooked around his waist, he powered into her savagely. Again and again and again. There was no grace in it, no gentle build up. It was raw, ragged, and feral.

All Sam could do was hold on for the ride as he buried her beneath the onslaught of his passion. When she exploded, the electric tingles cascading wildly throughout her entire body, he drove into her one last time with all the strength coiled within his powerful body. Her own blissful sobs were drowned out by his guttural, hoarse shout as he filled her with pulse after pulse of his liquid heat.

When Rik collapsed on top of her, Sam curled her arms around his thick neck and trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Even her toes tingled! After a quick mental stock, Sam ruefully admitted that every inch of her body tingled.

"Sorry, baby," Rik groaned softly as he rolled to his side, taking his weight off of her chest.

Sam bit her lower lip as she felt his dick slip free of her, leaving her bereft of his heat both above her and within her. Turning, she nuzzled into his chest as one hand lightly stroked over his furry chest. Damn, even sweaty, he smelled so freaking good. Like sandalwood and cedar, a musky masculine scent that curled her toes. She, however, felt sticky and gross. Unacceptable!

Pulling herself away from Rik's embrace, Sam rolled out of bed. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but eyes on what she hoped was the bathroom, she forced herself to walk that direction. A bit bowlegged, perhaps, because she was a bit...tender...betwixt her legs.

"Where are you going, baby?" Rik mumbled, eyeing her suspiciously as she staggered away from the bed.

"I'm going to use the ladies' room and then take a shower," Sam tossed over her shoulder. When she heard the bed rustling behind her, she cast narrow eyes back over her shoulder. "Stay! We are definitely not yet at the point of our relationship where you're allowed in the bathroom when I'm using it!"

Rik rolled over on to his back, idly scratching his chest. Seeing all that nude male flesh stretched out languidly on the bed, Sam felt her mouth go dry. Seeing her staring at him, Rik gave her a slow, lazy grin as he asked, "How about the shower? Can I join you there?" His brows raised as he gave her an innocent look, "I promise, I'll just wash your back."

"Mmm," Sam managed, still a bit tongue-tied at seeing him displayed so beautifully naked, his perfect body golden in the early morning light streaming through the windows.

"Fine, you can join me in the shower," she finally allowed, in as haughty a tone she could manage. His huge grin at that tugged an answering one from her. She waggled a finger at him, "But wait until I start the shower!"

Placing his hand over his heart, Rik nodded solemnly, "Yes, ma'am."

Snorting at that, Sam headed into the bathroom. Like the suite she had woken up in, it was lavishly appointed, all warm woods and cool slate. Closing the door behind her, she was drawn up short at seeing the two toilets sitting side-by-side. Well, one was a toilet, obviously, the other was something else entirely.

"A bidet!" Sam snapped her fingers as the word came to her, then suppressed a delicate shudder at the mental image of ice cold water blasting her privates. She breathed a silent sigh of relief as she spotted the toilet paper. Yeah, she wasn't quite ready to experience all that Europe had to offer quite yet.

Making quick work of her morning absolutions, Sam was thankful to find two fresh toothbrushes on the counter next to a new tube of toothpaste. Lathering the bristles with minty-fresh goodness, Sam looked up into the mirror as she began brushing her teeth.

Holy shit! I look like shit! Her reflection stared back at her in horror. Her hair was a wild tangle, stuck to her body in places, and all knotted and bedraggled. She had a full set of luggage beneath each eye, her lips were red and swollen, and the skin along her neck was red from where Rik's unshaven jaw had rubbed her raw. And, of course, the highlight of it all was the brilliant crimson hickey right where her neck met her shoulder. It was frigging huge!

"Caveman is right," Sam muttered as she spit out the toothpaste and rinsed out her mouth. Yet, she couldn't fight off a small, satisfied thrill as she lifted her hand to touch the mark.

That's when she noticed the tattoo on her arm had grown once again, nearly reaching her wrist. Hunh. The roses, a mixture of glistening amber and deep crimson blooms, had blossomed, with a few vine tendrils wrapping around her wrist. Visually tracing the pattern up her arm, she pushed her hair aside as she caught a glimpse of something on her left breast.

Turning back to the mirror, Sam squinted as she stared at the mark just over her heart. It was still obscured by the vines, but she could make out a brilliant golden something. No matter how she squinted, she just couldn't quite make it out, just that there was a metallic golden blur beneath the vines.

With a huff, Sam turned and walked over to the large shower. Opening the frosted glass door, she stared. Multiple shower heads were set into the slate walls, and there was enough room for at least five people to easily have personal space with some left over. A bench on one corner provided seating, and there were even shelves filled with a wide variety of different bottles of soap, shampoo, and conditioner.

"Posh," Sam chuckled, stepping in and carefully studying the controls. Thankfully, things were clearly labeled, so plastering herself against the wall, out of the way, she started the shower.

The door to the bathroom popped open as soon as the first drops hit the floor, Rik grinning at her as he stood framed in the doorway, every delectable inch of his body on full display.

He gives an all new meaning to the phrase 'Cocky Bastard,' Sam thought with a helpless laugh as he leaned over to kiss her nose.

"Join you in a few seconds, baby," he promised before he strutted over to the toilet and lifted the lid.

Gasping, Sam quickly shut the shower door and turned her back on the cocky male. She focused intently on getting the water to just the right temperature—just shy of flesh-melting, of course—and tried not to blush as she heard his low groan of relief as he 'relieved' himself. Yeah, that was going to take some getting used to.

He has absolutely no shame!

Shaking her head, both bemused and amused, Sam stood beneath the water and let it soak into her tired body, the heat soothing her muscles and chasing away her exhaustion. Turning as she heard the glass door open, she smirked as Rik yelped and ducked back out of the water as soon as he had stepped in.

"Dammit, woman!" Rik shouted, glaring at her through the thick steam. "That's hot!"

"No shit, Sherlock," Sam retorted. "My shower, my temperature! Can't stand the heat, then get the fuck out."

Catching the gleam of wickedness, pure wickedness, entering those glinting amber eyes of his, Sam yelped. Sadly, she was too slow to dodge the large hands that grasped her hips and pushed her back up against the damp slate walls. "Here, baby," he purred down at her, crowding into her personal space, "Let me help you."

Batting away his roaming hands, Sam sputtered, "No! It's cleaning time. I'm scuzzy and sticky and want to be clean. Dammit, Rik!"

Laughing, Rik grabbed a loofa and some soap, lathering up the sponge as he began a slow, leisurely, and very thorough cleansing of her body. She shivered, despite the heat and steam, as the rough texture of the loofa slid over her sensitized skin. Resting her hands on his chest, fingers gripping the hard muscle of his solid pectoral muscles, Sam moaned helplessly, "You're naughty."

Leaning down, he nuzzled at her ear, purring, "Always, baby, always..." His hand, and the loofa, slid down over her stomach, delving between her thighs.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Rik! Maman wants us to tell you that you have a visitor!" a young, masculine voice shouted through the thick door of the bathroom.

Rik froze, his hand pressing the loofa against her sex while Sam leaned her head forward, resting it against his chest while helpless giggles escaped her.

"Fuck," Rik muttered. "Maybe he'll go away if we ig..."

BANG! BANG! BANG!

When the knob rattled, Rik roared, "Don't come in if you value your life! We'll be down shortly!"

"Trés bon," the voice shouted. "Left some clothes on the bed for you both. Don't take too long, oui?"

"I've just been cockblocked by a teenage boy," Rik grumbled as he reluctantly peeled himself from against Sam's body.

Seeing the pout on his handsome face, Sam laughed and gently patted his broad chest. "Baby, since you already knocked me up, you better get used to being cockblocked by kids sooner rather than later..."

And as Rik proceeded to bang his forehead against the shower wall, Sam hummed to herself as she grabbed the loofa from his slack hand and proceeded to clean herself up.

This is going to be fun.