“He said you were his breakfast, didn’t he?” Dorian asked.
“In a more lyrical sense, yes,” Nyssa said quickly.
Dorian pulled his fist and bent elbow in as though declaring a victory. “Oh, your reputation will be so ruined after this,” he declared. “Finally.” He clapped and grabbed a tray of assorted foods. “Fuck all, run back to your room, sis. Hurry. I’ll be up before the meeting for details.”
Nyssa’s blushing grin filled her face, and she stood on her toes to give his cheek a kiss, grabbing the tray after.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
NADIR'S NOSE NUZZLED in Nyssa’s neck as his hands wrapped around her waist from behind, waking her from the quick nap she'd taken after they ate. Her embarrassment of the morning in front of her siblings had made her nervous, but after she'd gotten back and he'd held her in his arms again, she decided she didn't care.
They'd eaten their food quickly, and he'd done as he promised after. Though with more intricacy and intimacy than he'd claimed before she left. Dressing her stomach and between her thighs with honey, devouring it off her with an excruciating tease, but only ending her with swift, stern movements of his cock buried inside her. He’d insisted she eat first before napping, and whether he took one or not, she wasn't sure.
"I have to go to market," he breathed, kissing her throat. "Some of us actually have to work while we're here."
"What could the Commander of the Honest Army possibly need to do at market?" she groaned lazily, pushing her backside into his hips.
He groaned under his breath, hand pushing further down her front. "Bartering goods," he informed her. "Some of your people have things I can't find down south."
Her eyes fluttered as his fingertips grazed between her thighs. "What things?" she asked, wanting to keep him talking if it meant him continuing what he was doing. He slipped a finger against her clit, delicately caressing her, and she opened up her legs to him.
"The kind of things Princess's shouldn't worry about," he uttered as he pressed harder on her. His digit delved inside her, and he cursed under his breath. He tucked his thigh between hers, the solid friction of it against her combined with his fingers made her own legs tighten.
"Will you stay this wet for me while I'm gone?" he breathed. "Or should I need to take advantage now?"
"Both," she begged, eyes fluttering as the pleasure of him radiated through her.
He huffed under his breath and kissed her shoulder. "Later it is then."
He moved off the bed, leaving her wet and needing for his touch, no matter how many times he'd already touched her. It didn't matter that her legs were jelly or her clit actually ached with how much he'd toyed with her. She wanted him again. This was her last day with him and she meant to take advantage of it.
She groaned into the bed, feeling empty as he left her on her edge. He was still smirking when he slipped his pants on, knowing what he'd done to her. She pushed up onto the pillows, leaning against the headboard. She couldn't help but to reach out to touch herself as she watched his muscles flex with his every movement.
Despite her slow movements under the covers, she knew she wasn't hiding her face. So it was no surprise to her when his eyes narrowed upon catching her.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?"
"Well if you're not going to," she mocked.
"You could at least wait until I've left the room," he drawled.
"Then I'd have to use my imagination and you're literally already standing right here."
He chuckled under his breath, pushing his shirt on and then pausing to watch her. She knew he couldn't see everything of what she was doing beneath the blanket, but it didn't stop him from staring.
“Let me watch,” he said, voice dropping.
"I thought you were working," she teased.
"I am," he assured her. "This is also something I can't find in the south... A Princess bringing me to my knees. Now, take off that blanket before I do.”
She swallowed at the words, heat creeping up on her cheeks. And she pulled the blanket down, revealing what she was doing. His tongue darted over his lips, gaze stilling between her legs as she moved her fingers.
"Tell me what you're thinking about," he purred.
Her heartbeat picked up at the question, at watching him watch her. He was the first person she'd dared to play with herself in front of, and the exposure of it both terrified and exhilarated her.
The memory of his body flush against hers entered her mind, the way his muscles hugged and rocked against her, cradling her. She only partly realized her eyes were closed when she felt the bed move.
