“Yes,” she spat, her gaze narrowing to as much of a glare as she could manage.
Satisfied, he covered her with his body, pressing her into the mattress, and nipped at her throat with a growl. “Good.”
He slid his fingers in, his palm grinding against her.
“That meansthis.”
His hand left her, trailing lightly over sensitive skin.
“Is mine to pleasure.”
His fingers slammed in again, finally allowing her hips to push up into him.
“As I see fit.”
She panted. He could say whatever he wanted, so long as he didn’t stop. She moved with him, his pacing becoming steady and building. He kept working her, but one hand grabbed her face, his lips an inch from her skin.
“I would wait a thousand years for you. But in here? I need you to let me have you. Let me worship and taste every part of you until your body knows the truth. I am safe. I will always wait for your yes, and even when you’re a pain in my ass, your only cries will be from pleasure. Can you trust me with this?”
“Yes.” Her brown eyes were likely wild, but for the first time her yes was emphatic without a single hesitation, and she watched the change come over him at the difference.
“Good girl,” he murmured huskily. Lifting her, he brought them both upright, her arms wrapping and clinging around his neck so there was no space between them. One hand on her lower back, he fixed his burning cobalt gaze onto hers as he deepened his touch, increasing the pace until a hot flush spread across her chest.
“You flush so pretty when you’re about to come for me.” His low words sent her flying, lights and sensation tipping her over as she soared, collapsing against him in sweet relief. Limp against him, she pressed her lips to his skin.
Aidan laid her back on the pillows and crawled on top of her, the length of him even harder than before and brushing againsther. She made to lazily pull him closer, but he stopped her, his power knocking her hands away with a slight growl.
“I’m not done.”
In an instant, her good knee was bent, foot propped on his shoulder as he dove face-first between her legs. She fell back against the pillows, another orgasm building immediately as an embarrassingly low moan came out of her mouth. The sound of her pleasure didn’t slow him now. Done playing, he worked harder, taking her small breast into his hand, pinching and flicking her nipple until she was gripping the bedding and shoving herself at his face. His soft laugh rumbled against her heat in a way that made her eyes roll back, and then his fingers slipped back inside her and she was gone. She broke with a ragged sound, coming so hard tears spilled from the edges of her eyes. Body shaking, she came undone as he continued to tease the very last drops of her pleasure out into existence.
Boneless, she melted into the bed as Aidan lay down beside her, brushing her wet hair away from her face.
“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice so serious and quiet that her heart swelled before she could hide from the words. She said nothing though, blushing as he settled in beside her, running soothing hands over her arms and relaxing her even further. “Would you like me to ease your ankle now?”
Turning to him, she laughed, finally noticing the persistent pain. “I haven’t thought about it.”
His smile was smug, and she shook her head.
“Drug me, Your Deadliness.”
“As you wish,” he murmured, his blue eyes still burning. The same intoxicating but sleepy feeling she remembered from when she first crashed through the realms to find the god who had promised her a deal swept through her from head to toe.
She smiled sleepily at him, and his chest moved with laughter.
“Rest,” he ordered softly, and she did. She closed her eyes, more content and at ease than she’d ever been.
Chapter 31
Elysia perchedon the edge of a table they’d brought into Aidan’s office, looking down at a map. Kava, along with two of the smaller southern kingdoms below it, had black flags pinned to them. Black meant Garrison had already overtaken the kingdom. Yellow, like the flag pinned to Sagondia, signified it was on the chopping block. Elysia knocked over the yellow flag in frustration.
It had been a month since the events in the White Sands. She’d been holed up in the death realm while her ankle healed, forced to watch the grid as her friends courted gods and built ever-expanding black markets for magical goods and weapons. Maya had set her bones and reduced the healing from what would have been at least three months to one, but still.
She was going out of her mind.
It didn’t help that Aidan seemed to be keeping a solid distance from her. He was polite, he was attentive, but he was distant. She didn’t want polite. She wanted him to grab her hair and talk in that godsdamn voice again. The aftermath of their bathroom escapade was that she had become painfully aware of every glance, every brief touch. And she loathed him for it. How the fuck was she supposed to get anything done like this?
She sighed loudly, and Aidan looked over at her from his desk,his pen poised in the air above a ledger. It was a purple pen. She was going to have to steal that, she didn’t have a purple pen yet. Aidan noticed her gaze on his pen, and his eyes narrowed.
