“Damn.” He kisses the bend of my neck twice. “I can only imagine how amazing that would’ve felt around my dick.”
When the heat of his body is gone, I sit up and breathe as evenly as possible, closing my legs and adjusting my skirts. Orvena’s sake. That was…too good.
The carriage slows to a complete stop. I stare at Thane as he side-eyes me with that same smug smile from earlier. My heart still thunders as the coachman opens the door and helps me out of the carriage. His assistance is definitely needed. My knees are so weak that I’m not sure I can walk down the steps on my own. I wonder if he may have heard my sounds of pleasure, but based on his simple smile, I assume he hasn’t. That, or he’s used to hearing people get naughty in his conveyance.
As Thane and I make our way to the massive doors of the castle, neither of us says a word. Even when we enter and carry ourselves through the corridors, I still don’t bother saying a thing.
I take the stairs ahead of him, aware of his dominant presence more than ever now. I swear I can still feel the heat of his body pressed against mine, his lips on my skin, his hands roaming every curve, the invisible one inside me. The words he murmured in my ear before making me come.
Good grief, Zaira. Stop thinking about it.
When I reach the landing to our floor, something slips up my dress and between my thighs. I yelp as my body is carefully guided to the nearest wall.
Thane stands before me, his eyes illuminated as that samesomethingpresses on my sex, pulsating and teasing. It’s only now that I realize I haven’t put my underpants back on. I accidentally left them behind in the carriage.
I clutch Thane’s arm, trying to level my breathing. Gripping my face between his thumb and forefinger, he pins me to the wall. He kisses me again, a carnal moan rumbling in the base of his throat.
“Listen to me carefully,” he rasps when our mouths briefly part.
I sigh as his mouth hovers above mine and the magical thing between my thighs becomes firmer, now sliding up and down, purposely grazing that spot that makes me squirm. “I’m listening.”
He graces me with another deep kiss, coaxing my lips apart to plunge his tongue into my mouth. I clutch tighter at his tunic, wanting more than what just happened in the carriage. I want him—all of himineveryway. Am I foolish for wanting to have sex with an assassin?
Yes.
Do I care in this moment?
No.
Tearing his mouth away, Thane keeps hold of my face. “If you let that cocky little prince into your room tonight, I’ll stab his fucking eyes out, Zaira.” There’s no smile or smugness this time. He’s not joking. Of course he’s not. Even if it means adding another mob of angry people to his shit list. It’s not a question for me anymore about whether or not he wants someone to kill him. This man clearly has a death wish.
I stare into his eyes. “Why do you care if he comes by or not?”
“You deserve better,” he says.
I scoff. Who is better than a sexy prince? “And you think a wanted shadow assassin is better for me?”
He doesn’t answer, but he does release my face and make the naughty bit of his magic disappear.
I straighten myself up, clinging to some kind of decorum. “Why didn’tyouactually do it? I mean, why use magic instead of…well, youryou know what?” My voice is lower as my eyes dart left, then right. Anyone could be around to hear.
“You meanmy dick?” Thane asks with a tilted brow.
I blush and fidget with my bodice, smoothing out the wrinkles. “Any other man wouldn’t have cared where it happened. And I no longer have my maiden’s mark…if that’s your concern.”
Thane offers a dark chuckle before bringing his mouth to the shell of my ear. “I didn’t fuck you in there because if I had, these mountains would’ve crumbled from how loudly you screamed my name,ohsweet one.”
I blink at him, clenching with need, as he takes a step back.
“Better to save all those innocent lives in the courtyard and in the castle.” He drinks me in, smirking. “You wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for all those accidental deaths, would you?”
I fold my arms, giving my head a slow shake. He’s such an arrogant bastard.
“Sleep the rest of the talmoon off,” he orders, walking backward. “I’m looking forward to seeing the regret in your eyes when the high wears off and it sinks in that you let anassassin’smagic fuck you.” He strides away while chuckling to himself.
That laugh again…only this time I’m annoyed by it.
Like a lustful fool, I stare after him, hoping he’ll turn around and kiss me once more, or at least use his magic again for another round…
