Reaching forward, Osiris flipped two cards, a three and a queen. Sighing he sat back, looking at Eleanor.
What did she want to ask? Osiris would answer most of anything without the game, so it had to be something he wouldn’t want to answer…
Lifting her eyes to meet his gaze through her lashes, her lips quirked up slightly. “When you touched me earlier, did you want to stop?”
Osiris’ back stiffened as his shadows flicked beside him. The cracks and pops of the fire filled the otherwise silent room.
“Will you use your pass on round one?” she teased.
“No,” he finally whispered.
“Okay so then answer-”
“That is my answer. No,Eleanor, I did not wish to stop touching you. At all.”
Heat rushed to Eleanor’s face as a wetness began to pool between her legs.
No—no, absolutely not, not just from his voice. She refused to allow herself to become needy or excited just from the sound of his voice.
Without answering, Eleanor reached forward, flipping his previous two and a five.
Shit.
Slowly, her eyes roamed up his body until they met his, where, she could have sworn she saw something like amusement spark to life.
“Did you want me to stop touching you, Eleanor?”
“Ha,” she laughed softly, wetting her lips with her tongue. “Alright. I guess I should have seen that one coming. No, Horseman, my mind was not occupied by such thoughts.”
Osiris leaned over and flipped an eight and a queen, this time a different queen than before.
“Have you ever been with someone?”
Osiris shook his head. “Not that I can remember.”
Eleanor reached over and flipped both queens that Osiris had been working on, smirking at Osiris who only sighed.
“That doesn’t seem very fair, Eleanor.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned back. “It’s not. Now for my wish. Take off your shirt.”
“You wish me to undress?”
“Only your shirt. For now,” she teased, letting her eyes shamelessly roam down his sculpted form.
Osiris lifted his hands, popping off each button of his shirt one by one, slowly revealing the contours of his chest before dropping his shirt completely, letting it fall to the floor in a pile.
Letting her eyes roam further, she thought his entire torso looked as if it were carved out of marble, chipped away by delicate hands. A thin line of hair trailed down his center, disappearing below his belt buckle.
Osiris let out a huff that almost sounded like a chuckle. Eleanor couldn’t bite back the twitch in her lips as she tore her eyes away from Osiris’ waist, tilting her head back to meet his hungry gaze.
Even as he reached for the cards, Eleanor couldn’t stop sneaking glances at his unclothed body. A dangerous, wild, impulse seemed to course through her body as he leaned closer to her. Eleanor closed her eyes slightly but when no deviant hands were upon her, she opened her eyes to see…
Cards? Osiris smiled as he held up two ace’s. A perfect pair.
Eleanor scoffed. “Fine then,being, what do you want?”
Osiris’ shadows crept up from behind her, caressing the underside of her chin, pushing her head up to hold eye contact with him, causing a shudder to ripple up her back. His heavy scent invaded her senses as his shadows began to envelop her, filling her mind with only him.
