Nothing existed except for me and the Lysian King, whose mercy I was at.
Pressing my hands into the cool glass in front of me for support, I tried to gulp down breaths between the wild sounds torn from me.
“You are mine,” Erik growled in my ear.
I moaned in response.
His hand tightened on my hip, his other at my throat. “Say it.” He demanded and released his hold enough so I could respond. Except I couldn’t. The pressure inside of me, the feel of him entering me over and over, I could not formulate words.
He growled and entirely pulled out of me.No. The fire inside of me burned for release. Flame licking my nerve endings, raging for the loss of the feel of him between my legs. The hand at my throat pulled me till my back fell flush againsthis chest. His other hand moved lazily over me in desperately teasing, torturous strokes.
“Say it.” He commanded, breath hot against the shell of my ear.
“Erik,” I whined,tremblingin his hold.
“Mmmh, I can’t say I don’t enjoy the sound of that.” I was rewarded with a finger entering me, moving in and out, while his thumb traced precise patterns over me. My legs nearly gave out. “But. It is not what I asked.” His voice was deliciously coarse. He removed his hand and pushed himself into me again. Slowly. So slowly.
The groan that escaped him nearly had me coming apart.
How? How did he have such control?
“Say it.” He growled, as if angry that it was taking so long.
“I-” A moan cut me off as it ripped through me with the way he slowly pulled out and slammed into me.
A dark chuckle. “You what?”
“I- I am-” Another yell burst out as he did itagain.
Bastard.
“You are what, Ariana?” His voice gained a dangerous edge, and it had me dying with need.
“Yours.” I nearly growled myself, desperate for him to stop this torture. He brought me to the edge and toyed with me there. “I am yours,” I finally managed.
“You are mine,” he replied in agreement before finally giving me exactly what I had asked for.
9
ERIK
Ariana lay beside me, her head on my chest, arm draped over me. Sunlight seeping through the window touched her hair, giving it a golden glow around the edges. She looked ethereal. The most beautiful woman I ever had the privilege of knowing, of touching, of sharing time with.
My fingers moved idly over her skin, grazing her back and shoulder. She looked so serene, untouched by worries, her face relaxed. It would all be stolen as soon as her eyes opened to start this dreadful day.
She was leaving in a few hours.
The past several days blew by so quickly. Ariana improved in her training the entire time. However, she could never complete the course. Trying to subdue me without letting me touch her skin was nearly impossible. I didn’t need to physically take her down, for one touch meant I won, and she then started the whole thing over.
“I can feel you staring at me,” Ariana mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.
My hand pauses over her shoulder at the sound of her voice before continuing its journey over her skin once more. “Can you blame me?”
“You know what I look like.” She opened a single eye, finding me while keeping her cheek pressed to my chest. What I would have done to keep us in the moment longer.
“And you know what a sunset looks like. Doesn’t mean you don’t take the time to marvel at its beauty whenever you can.” I comment, earning a snort from her.
“What time is it?” She asked.
