Dorian couldn’t stop the grin on his face when she met his eyes.
“Fuck me,” she muttered under his breath.
He laughed and took another drag. “I will later,” he winked.
He thought for sure she would hit him at the comment, but she simply took the pipe from between his teeth and leaned back against the marble slat, staring at the sky.
“You know, I’m curious, Prince,” Bala drawled, and Dorian caught the slight quirk of her lips.
“Curiosity slayed the dragon,” he teased.
Her brow elevated in response, and Dorian scoffed a little as she handed him back the pipe. He took a long inhale from it, letting the taste swim on his tongue a moment, keeping her gaze, before letting the smoke go.
“What are you curious about?” he asked, tone serious.
“If you’re actually capable of all you talk,” and he saw dare rising in her eyes.
Dorian turned, feeling challenged, and he hesitantly placed a hand on the inside of her thigh, slowly moving his thumb and caressing her clothed flesh. “I can’t remember the last time a woman capable of scaring me actually brought me to my knees….” His lips brushed her jaw, and he reached for her hand, placing it on his throat before moving his own hand higher on her thigh. Her fingers tightened around his trachea, and his cock twitched.
“Or perhaps suffocation is more your play, and you’d be happier seeing me roped to the bedposts….” He trailed his fingers delicately between her thighs, feeling her flinch when his digit brushed over the seam. He was pleasantly surprised that she hadn’t throttled him into the next life at his touching her, and as the air thickened, he decided he would chance in taking this further.
Bala’s chest rose as he placed light kisses on her neck, her other hand moving to his hair. He continued to move his fingers over her pants, the pressure rising greater and greater with every stroke.
“Venari King,” he rasped against her skin upon feeling dampness beneath his fingers. “I’ve barely touched you… Do you like the sound of restraining me?” He bit her collar and moved lower, relishing her toying with his hair.
“Will you hold my throat and watch me fade while you ride my cock and find your pleasure… Will you leave me yearning for my own and begging you for release?”
A moan vibrated in her throat. “It sounds like you’re in need of punishment, Prince,” she teased. Her hips moved against his hand, rocking as the herb swam through them both. “Have you been a naughty boy?”
He groaned at her words, shoulders limping, blood rushing to his hardening cock. “The fuckingworst,” he breathed eagerly.
She yanked him back by his hair just as he reached her breast, and Dorian’s body sang at the pain of it. “If I go to your room and you tell anyone about this… you won’t have a cock to brag about,” she warned.
Dorian jolted forward and captured her bottom lip between her teeth, tugging her as her fingers pushed around his throat and made him whimper. He let her mouth go, and she released his trachea to dig her nails into his skin.
“Good thing I’ll still have my tongue then,” he replied.
Bala looked like she might laugh. His eyes danced over her as their open mouths brushed, his heart starting to pick up its pace with anticipation. He squeezed his palm between her thighs, making her breath catch, and she pulled his hair again. The manner in which she teasingly pushed him around had his adrenaline pulsing and his knees ready for the ground.
But she pulled him off and moved, her body now hovering over his, and he watched her legs move straddle over him. Chest heaving in front of his face, he leaned forward, puckered lips attaching to her breast as though it had shouted his name. Her grip latched in his hair again, and she threw him into the stone at his back, yanking his head up, so he was looking at her.
And as she pressed the pipe between her lips, she took his hand in hers, bringing it up to the awaiting herb. A blue flame grew on his blackened finger, and she inhaled deeply on the pipe.
He watched with a swallow, seeing her dilated eyes dart over him, the smoke settling between her full lips. She rocked against his hardening cock, and Dorian groaned with the shiver down his spine.
It seemed like minutes that it took for her to lean forward, their lips brushing, her awaiting smoke like a heavy fog waiting to devour him whole… and just as Dorian thought she would kiss him and start their activities, a smile lifted her lips.
“Goodnight, Prince.”
Dorian couldn’t stop his own chuckle as Bala rose to her feet and stalked towards the exit, leaving him hard and cursing the stars above him as she disappeared through the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BALA HATED HERSELF for what she was about to do.
Though she was intrigued.
Veryintrigued.
