One… two… three… four…
"We don't have to do this—"
I spin around, jabbing my finger into his sternum, "it's too late!Youare the reason Ihaveto do this." I hiss, emphasizing my point, with each stab, until he’s backed against the wall.
"I know." He admits quietly.
"What if my plan fails?"
He grabs hold of my wrists and pulls me towards him, "We'll handle it."
"I've let them into myhome,Rorin," I repeat for the hundredth time, my voice muffled in his shirt.
He nods and quietly shushes me, smoothing my hair down. "We'll ruin them before they can take anything more from you."
"What if we all die?"
"You've never feared death."
"Not my own— but—"
His hands cup my face, and he leans in, grazing a kiss against my forehead. "Ifeveryone dies than you can blame me – even in the afterlife."
"This all would have been much easier if I had never met you."
I peer up at him through my lashes, a sad smile tipping up at the corner of his lips, "I know,beloved,I know." He whispers, lowering his mouth to mine, gently capturing my lips. My body melts further into his, the two of us fusing as the kiss goes from soft – to feverish and desperate.
Rorin drops his right hand from my face to fist the fabric of my dress.
With his opposite hand, he grabs hold of my hip and surges forward, propelling us across the short distance to push me against the other wall.
Swollen lips abandon swollen lips as he kisses down my neck and–"Fuckk…"
He flicks his tongue across the sensitive skin there, mirroring the moan with approval, and I angle my head back, giving him more access. Rorin fits his left hand underneath my jaw, tracing the ink along my shoulder and neck with his lips until they reach mine again.
Heat spreads between my legs, and I loose a small amount of my Wield, spearing through the buttons of his shirt. He lets out a gasp at the cool air hitting his skin while I push at the two sides of the fabric, exposing more of his chest to me. I press my mouth down over his heart, feeling the beat race beneath my lips, our ragged breaths filling the small space.
"Damn woman."He growls, watching my fingers inch lower until I pop the button holding together the only piece of fabric between my hand andhim.His hazel eyes darken, and the muscle in his jaw tenses. “As much as I enjoy being your plaything, my sweetNightmare,this will have to wait."
“You're not serious." I sputter — the heat that's pooled is turning quickly to ice.
"Unfortunately, I am."
I shove him backwards, putting some distance between the two of us as I look at the disheveled state of us. "We look ridiculous." I snap.
His eyes glint with mischief, and my mouth turns down in a frown. "But you feel better now, don't you?"I feel frustrated, you bloody asshole.I think bitterly, smoothing down the fabric of my skirts and shooting him a sharp glare. "Don't worry — we're newlyweds. A tryst in the secret halls of the castle is to be expected."
Rorin
“You are aggravating," she huffs, stomping past me – not appreciating my jest at our expense.
I hurriedly throw the buttons of my shirt back together as she flings open the door, not waiting to see if I’m ready yet. Her face flushes when she catches sight of the empty room and table, and I can't help but laugh, leaning into her ear, "oh no… having flashbacks?" The back of Eveera's hand flies out, hitting me squarely in my chest and knocking the breath out of me.
"Quiet."I lift my hands in defense, following her up to the head of the table.
She taps her fingers against her chin and begins to pace behind the chair, her brows creased in thought.
"Oh, good — you're both in here." Our heads lift to the sound of Armond and find him standing in the arched doorway. "They're ready for you."
