“You know, I’ve been thinking about something else,” Thalia started, squeezing his fingers.
“What have you been thinking?” he grunted.
“I’ve been thinking about the conversation we had back in Irenbis. About how you would go about seducing me.”
His eyes flicked up at that, and Thalia shifted so that she knelt before him. “What about it?” he asked gruffly.
“Well, you told me how you might seduce me, but I never returned the favor.” She let go of his hand, placing her palm on his thigh.
“Is that so? And how would you seduce me, Princess?”
Thalia shifted forward, rising on her knees slightly. “Well, for one, I would definitely wear that little red nightdress you seem so obsessed with.”
“Oh?”
She nodded, leaning closer, one hand resting on his thigh; the other she slid up his torso, resting on the strong expanse of his shoulder. “And I’d weave those little flowers that you picked for me in my hair.”
He swallowed, shifting in the seat. “And then?”
Thalia tilted her head, her cheek pressing against his. Her lips brushed his earlobe. “And then I would chain you to the bed.”
Cassius’s fingers clenched on the arms of his chair hard enough that the wood groaned.
“And you would be utterly at my mercy,” she whispered. “Not able to touch me. Only able to watch as I had my way with you.”
She took his lobe in her teeth, tugging lightly.
Cassius let out a sharp breath, her hand sliding up his thigh, stopping at the ties of his pants.
“And you would be begging me to touch you,” she continued, pulling on the string with her fingers. Her lips pressed against his throat, feeling the roughness of his skin against her mouth.
“Begging me to take you down my throat.” The laces loosened, and she leaned back.
His irises glowed brighter than the moon, the bleakness replaced with something much more heady.
She looked down, following the light dusting of hair peeking above his loosened waistband. The outline of his cock pressed against the seam of his pants.
Thalia flicked her gaze back up. “But I suppose it’s a good thing I don’t have that red nightdress.”
Cassius swallowed. Hard. “I suppose it is.”
Thalia smirked. “But I guess that means this will just have to do.”
She reached inside his trousers, wrapping her hand around his cock, and gave a long, slow tug.
Cassius hissed, watching her hand, fingers tightening on the arms of his chair.
Thalia chuckled, her other hand doing quick work to free him. She’d forgotten how big he was, how her fingers could barely wrap around him.
She gave another pull, and Cassius groaned.
Thalia smiled, and his heavy lids lifted to hers. “Put your mouth on me,” he practically growled out.
Thalia raised a brow. “Already begging?”
“Please, Thalia.”
Please.
