“But it’s your ship,” I breathed.
“Exactly,” Darcke responded as he took one more step forward. “She could keep an eye on you.”
I was going to try to joke when the truth of his words settled within me.
“Is… is that why you all were out here? So she could keep tabs on me and Envis?”
“Is that what you’re calling your ship? Cute.”
“Darcke,” I moaned.
He went still.
“Say my name like that again,” he asked.
“Darcke,” I whimpered.
His eyes rounded with surprise at me following his orders for once. I would have smiled if this wasn’t such insanity. We’d been alone here for too long. There was too much at risk. But this need was killing me.Hewas killing me.
“Fucking Hel,” Darcke groaned. “Turn around.”
“What?” I could barely hear myself over the blood roaring in my ears.
“I said.Turn. Around.”
When my face fell, one side of his mouth lifted. “I said turn around. Not that I’d fucking stop this.”
Again, I did what he ordered, a cry weaving up my throat when he groaned in response.
My hands slid over the railing, my back arching.
Darcke swore again.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
My head shook before the words even settled in my mind.
That wasn’t what I needed. That wasn’t what I wanted.
“Trust me,” Darcke growled. “I know exactly what you need, but you will regret this when dawn comes.”
“Won’t you?” I ask, the need becoming painful.
His silence stretched on too long, and for the first time since I turned around to face him, cold crept over my back.
“I would, but not for the reasons you think,” he finally replied.
My nod was shaky, and before long that raw, primal want took over, making my core clench for any release. The only thing I could imagine was Darcke’s long fingers running down my spine, brushing over my waist until they slid down my front and into my trousers.
“For fuck’s sake, touch yourself, Elvara.”
“What about you?” I asked, my hands trembling as I tried to resist.
“I can promise you I won’t be able to not touch myself as I watch you come undone.”
The thought of him wrapping those rough hands around a thick, throbbing shaft, fisting it at the bottom until come dripped from the tip, made me salivate.
“Or that. Whatever you thought just now is enough.”
