He smiles. “Those eyes.”
I step closer.
“Those deadly eyes.”
I watch him gaze at me with a desperate hunger.
“Keep up that stare, and I’ll fucking die.”
A devious smile spreads across my face.
“Kipp said he was closing the bar until we left,” I say, closing the final distance between me and Silas.
I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him deeply. My tongue teases the entrance of his mouth, and I smile at his reaction. A low growl leaves his throat, and I pull away, waiting for him to respond.
“Indeed, he did,” Silas responds, and his hands trail up and down my spine, sending a tingle of excitement straight to my core.
“We have some time before we have to head back to the house,” I say, slowly raising my hands to pull him closer.
“Indeed, we do.” His eyes flare.
Silas glances at the table behind us, the surface littered with cups. He looks at me before taking his arm to rake it across the surface, causing the cups to crash to the ground with an echoing clang.
His strong hands wrap around my waist, and he picks me up and sits me on the freshly cleared table. Silas leans in and kisses my mouth, my jaw, and travels to my neck. While he works, he slowly begins to undo the bow keeping my shirt together, exposing my collarbone and shoulders. He plants a kiss there and continues down my chest as my shirt slips to the table.
Silas pauses right above my breasts and steps back to admire my nakedness. He slowly unclips the sword at his belt, and the metal drops to the ground. He lifts his shirt over his head, joining me in being topless. His toned stomach shines in the dim lighting, and the shadows complement each muscular groove of his tan skin. Silas stalks forward and uses his hips to spread my legs open, allowing his bare chest to mold against mine completely.
He places a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “Do you want me to fuck you right here? On this table?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
His hands slowly glide up my sides and around my breasts, stirring a growing need between my legs.
“Then tell me,” he commands.
I can barely get the words out. “Please.”
“Say it,” he demands.
“Fuck me, Silas. Right now.” I reach for him, desperate for his touch. “On this table.”
Silas Nastronde, King of Andorwood, stands before me and grabs the waistband of my pants. His shadows ripple fromhis back, and they spread like black wings in the candlelight. The room around us seems to pulse as our darkness swirls in tandem. He slowly lifts me to pull my pants lower, putting my naked body on full display for him. He studies me like I’m a work of art, then slowly lowers to his knees.
Silas leans in, teasing me with every second of torturous anticipation.
“A king,” he rasps.
I suck in a breath as I feel his warm breath so close to my center.
“Bowing only to his queen.”
He kisses the inside of my thighs, and shocks of electricity move through my body. I tip my head back and close my eyes, focusing my attention on every single one of his touches. He uses his hands to spread my legs further, his fingers digging into my thighs, and I use my arms to prop myself further on the wooden table.
“Let me show you that I will always praise you; let me prove how perfect you are.” He slowly pulls back and gazes up at me through his lashes. “And, let this serve as a reminder of what I can do to you whenever you think about us.”
His tongue does a full sweep of my center, and a sharp hiss leaves my mouth as I dig my nails into the table. Silas lowers down further and wraps my thighs around his shoulders, giving himself a better angle to devour me. His mouth works as he licks and sucks, causing my vision to blur, every ounce of my body trembling from his touch. He is complete darkness—chaos and completely wicked—between my thighs. The connection between us hums in pleasure as his tongue pumps in and out of me.
“Fuck,” I whine, as I claw against the table, overwhelmed with pleasure.
