Kel’s jaw tightens. “Put that hand back where it belongs.”
I drift it to my aching cunt, running my fingers up and down. “It belongs to you, Kel.”
His nostrils flare and he pushes himself up on his forearms, hand slowly working on his swollen member. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I laugh, flinging my head back, brown waves tumbling over my shoulders. “What aren’t I thinking? I’m wondering what it would feel like to have you inside me.”
There’s that flash of fire in his icy gaze. “And?”
“How the rough stubble on your jaw would feel between my legs.”
“And?”
My breathing becomes labored as I rub my clit faster, more desperately. “And I’m wondering how you would react if I licked the tip of your cock.”
He shudders, and I’m washed with the scent of him: pine, cedar, and the musk of arousal. There’s something primal about his smell, something that speaks to a deep, instinctual part of me. “I would be very angry.”
“I’m used to you being angry with me.” I lean forward.
“You said you would obey me,” he growls, and I flop on my heels. “Touch your breasts.”
My pussy is nearly aching with the need for release, but I pull my hand away and cup myself. Kel’s eyelids flutter as I knead the soft flesh. My dress is so thin, I know he can see the points of my nipples. I pinch and pull, wanting to show this stubborn High Prince exactly what he’s missing.
He shakes his head and his face is twisted in anger.But it’s not anger. I feel it through the bond: desperate, hungry need.
“Show me,” he says.
I take my time inching the pretty lacey sleeves off before revealing the mounds of my breasts.
Kel sits forward, eyes wide and unblinking, devouring me in a gaze. For a second, I think he’s about to leap on top of me. I close my eyes and enjoy my own hands, my soft fingers tracing over my nipples. I take a deep breath, his scent enveloping me in a shroud of desire. It’s as if every inhalation I take is infused with his essence.
“I need to see your body. I need all of you,” he says. “To see all of you,” he amends quickly.
I allow myself a smirk as I pull the shift over my head, stretching my whole body out for him to see. He was the one who called himself master when I came in the room, and yet, I feel like I’m holding so much power. And as I sit at his feet, completely bare before him, it’s the strangest feeling. Normally, I would be so self-conscious, my soft belly swelling over my thick thighs, but I don’t feel insecure at all.
Because I can feel it. His lust through the bond. He thinks I’m beautiful… and I believe him.
“Fuck, Rosalina.” He throws himself flat on the bed. “Why did you come in here?”
I test him again, crawling further between his legs. “You called me.”
“I did not.”
“Your bond.” I trail a hand up to the thick hair covering his chest. He snatches my wrist. “It was begging for me.”
He holds my wrist tight, but his gaze holds me tighter. I push myself up over him, legs on either side of his hips, chest hovering above his. “Inconvenient little thing, isn’t it?” he says.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I whisper.
But it’s a lie. Because this thing between us isn’t little at all. It’s a living tether, a throbbing swell that threatens to consume me anytime I allow it the smallest bit of purchase in my heart. It’s bigger than I can comprehend, a connection beyond any physical desire. I saw it today, like a star blooming between us. I am terrified and desperate to follow where it leads.
“Rose,” he says.
“What are you thinking?”
His head dips to the side, soft strands of white hair cresting his brow. “That I am bespelled by you.”
“Keldarion,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.
