Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sitri waltzed past boxes and furniture, holding me tight in his arms, whisking me away towards our bed. He tossed me into the air. I soared for just a moment, then landed in the mattress’ downy embrace. Even this bed, selected for our makeshift shelter, was crafted with the finest fillings; made for a kingdom of lust, and all the activities that transpired within.
He flung himself down, crashing over me, landing on his hands and knees before initiating a passionate kiss. I leaned into it, desperate to devour him. Sitri’s stubble ground against my face, rough and wild, his tongue and mine dancing between our mouths.
I caressed his chest, my fingers finding their way to the buttons on his shirt and undoing them. Sitri shrugged the fabric off and pulled his arms free.
“I just can’t resist you, darling,” he growled. His lips brushed my jaw, and I shuddered. “Savage, cunning, beautiful. Oh, how I love to see this side of you coming out to play.”
Sitri pushed himself upright, breath quick with anticipation, cockalready straining his pants. Dark desire dazzled in his eyes, wove warmth between my legs, fanned the flame of lust that burned within us both. I could almost taste his desires, the places he wanted to touch, the sounds he wanted to elicit—sweet, bitter, carnal love; rich as chocolate on my tongue.
But there was something else there, too. An inkling of curiosity I could stoke. I smirked, feeling that power, nurturing it.
“Resist me? That’s a losing battle,darling.”
The Prince laughed, low and husky, as he stroked my face. I intercepted his hand, pulling it lower. Sitri’s skin grazed my throat as I brought it to my shirt. One by one, he popped its buttons free, then moved to drop my pants. I helped him strip them off. My hands found their way between his legs. A brush against his straining bulge made him groan, and his fingers stalled at my hips.
“Don’t taunt me unless you know what you’re getting into,” he warned. “I’m a demon, Lillia. What demons want, they take.”
His lips met my neck, drawing my flesh into his mouth with gentle suction, nipping just hard enough to hurt. I loosed a moan, ran my hands up his bare back, and seized a fistful of his hair. As he released me, I tugged his head upwards and swept into the space along his jaw, my face hanging just below his.
“You aren’t the only demon in this bed, Sitri. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”
A second jerk pulled him off me, forced him backward. My hand met his waist. Our positions flipped, and it wasmyturn to loom overhim.Sitri raised his eyebrows. His lips parted. He leaned in so close that his heat spilled over my skin.
But I wouldn’t give in to his kiss, not yet.
I ran my tongue along his throat, savoring his shivers until I reached his ear.
“You think you can control me?” I whispered, my fingers tracing lazyspirals on his chest. “I think you’re wrong. You turned a party girl into a demon. It’s time for you to tame the beast you’ve created.”
Sitri donned a hungry grin, every bit as sinister as the day we’d met. “What reason would I have to tame you? I liberated you, darling, and now I welcome you home to feast.”
That was all I needed to hear. I released his hair and focused my attention between his legs, undoing the buckle of his belt. It pulled easily aside. My hand slid beneath his waistband. I stripped away his pants and undergarments, and Sitri’s cock sprang free—straining, yearning masculinity at its most vulnerable.
It drew my hands like a magnet. I ran my fingers along his suede-soft shaft. Sitri groaned, his hips bucking up to meet me, beckoned by my teasing. Droplets of warm, viscous liquid beaded at its tip. I thumbed them out over the head of his cock. His muscles tensed. My hand slid down its length. I leaned in until my face was mere inches from Sitri’s, and I squeezed just harder than was necessary.
He groaned, desperately writhing, eager to sheathe himself inside me. With my hips raised and his cock wrapped in my fingers, I had him helpless. Helethimself be helpless. Watching him squirm, knowing he was safe under my control, sent an unfamiliar shock to my core. What a thrill it was to have this powerful demon hanging on my words, craving my touch.
“You want me?” I asked, my breath stirring over his ear. “Beg for me, Sitri. Show me how desperate you are.”
The Prince’s grin faded to a grimace. Conflict crossed his face. Desire whirled around him, his pride at war with his need, the two clashing, battling over whether to give in. That curiosity I’d sensed earlier grew from a faint flame to a roaring blaze, consuming any remnants of his self-control.
My thumb ran along the underside of his shaft. He drew a shuddering breath.
“Princes don’t beg,” Sitri growled through clenched teeth—a lie, oneI scented. “Why won’t you just let me please you? Let mefuckyou, let me relish in your bliss? I can make you feel things you’ve never even dreamed of, Lillia, but first, you must indulge me.”
He thrust up, failing to sink inside me, the heat of my core so torturously close to his cock. I nipped at his ear, savoring his groan, feeling his muscles ripple.
“Not convincing. Try again.”
His breath hitched, body coiling tighter. Sitri bordered on complete surrender. I sensed it now, and Iwantedit. It was only a matter of getting him to yield. I ran my sex over the tip of his cock. Trailed my lips down his neck. Kissed his tender skin, pulled it into my mouth, sucked and savored him, nipped at him until I knew he’d wear the mark of my affection.
And just like that, I tore his resolve to shreds.
“Fuck, Lillia!”he cried. “Can’t you see how much I need you? My cock aches for you, darling, itthrobsfor you—please!”
“Good enough—for now.”
