“I will never betray you, baby girl.” He sits beside her on the bed and holds her against him. “I am not Isabel. And I will not throw you aside after our quest is complete.”
Her curves mold to his hardened muscles, as if the gods crafted them for one another.
Calder’s fingers knot in her curls, tugging her head back so he can devour her mouth. His teeth nip at her lips, intensifying the heat building between her legs at his closeness. She straddles his lap, trusting the man who has repeatedly proven himself to her.
When he finally pulls away, her want for him has her panting. Reflecting in his icy gaze is a hardness, much like when he denied her orgasm upon his throne.
“Remove your clothes.”
Her lips curl of their own accord. “Ask nicely, Jarl Calder.” She teases breathlessly.
With a groan of exhaustion, he leans back on the bed. His fingers intertwine, creating a rest for the back of his head. Those broad shoulders radiate a stoic power that awakens the submissive side she never knew burned within her.
His cold gaze silently assesses the Princess as he rolls his sleeves upto his elbows without breaking his tense focus on hers. She absorbs his inked, coiled muscles, feeling drawn into his dark energy.
A slight tilt of his lips reveals his ability to sense her needs. She stumbles to her feet, her mind swirling with illicit desires of awakening the demon within him once more.
“What shall occur if I disobey you?”
The Iss Drengr remains silent. Instead, he removes his cock, lazily stroking the thick shaft. Never releasing her from his glacial gaze.
Two can play this game, Calder.
Only the crackling of the hearth fire fills the charged silence between them, like a lightning storm brewing on the South Sea.
Wisdom in the scars on his face roots her legs to the floor. A weakness trembles within her, urging her to kneel before him. Her heart begs her to submit to the warrior chief whose power commands respect.
The cheeky sprite and this thirsty submissive he has cultivated within her soul wage a war inside the Princess. At last, her two sides converge, compelling her to taunt him until his darker side surfaces to claim her.
He smirks as if reading her thoughts. “You would look beautiful on your knees, Aura.” The way his lips form her name is a sensation of another realm.
Her hands react as if of their own accord, shedding her tunic and trousers until she is in her undergarments.
“Fully undress, then add more logs to the fire.”
What a strange request.
At the end of the bed, she meets his gaze. It takes all of her control not to peek at his engorged cock. Instead, her thumbs hook inside her undergarments before slowly dropping them to the floor.
“You are gorgeous when you surrender to me.”
She quirks her brow while sliding her hands behind her back, unwrapping her bound chest. The fabric releases her bare breasts, giving her much-needed relief.
Seeing this hardened warrior clutch himself with a furious passion is enough to unravel her senses. His focus roams over her curves withthat familiar sense of dark promise. She squeezes her thighs together in anticipation of his mind-bending pleasure.
Once stripped bare, she tosses three more logs onto the fire. Without turning, she observes the flames crackling as they consume the wood.
“Use yourseidrto warm the room.” His deep voice conveys a smooth authority.
She fumbles with the nautilus shell, shockingly receiving permission almost before she asks. Herseidrresponds instantly. The air in the room warms with a comfort that has undoubtedly never been felt in Skalor.
When she finally approaches the bed, she only wears the Sacred Stone.
“Crawl to me, beautiful girl.”
She sways her hips while kneeling at the edge, not moving toward him. “It seems the Iss Drengr is rarely denied his wants.”
He tilts his head ever so slightly.
