never thrown myself at a man before, especially one that is a stranger, who is most likely mentally disturbed.
I mean, he’s dyed the leaves of his trees blue for heaven’s sake. No normal person does that. It feels like he’s more along the lines of the crazy queen in Alice in Wonderland and the cards painting the roses red.
Elias lifts his hand, curling his rough calloused fingers around the back of my neck, the other wraps around my lower back to hold me seated and against his chest, his cock still buried inside of me.
“That was unlike any coupling I’ve ever encountered, Sybilla,” he rasps.
He seriously is good at this cosplay thing, I mean not even postcoital does he break his character. Giving him a small smile, I try not to die of embarrassment.
He probably thinks I’m some kind of slut, because well, why wouldn’t he? I don’t even know his last name, I haven’t even known him for twelve hours and I threw myself at him, not taking no for an answer.
His fingers flex around the back of my neck and his again steel-blue eyes search my own.
“I must see to my duties. You will meet me to dine together this evening?”
His smile inclines with his head as he looks down his nose at me, looking comfortable and demanding all at the same time, all while being buried inside of my body. He is playing the part of a king to perfection.
“I guess a girl has to eat,” I whisper.
He dips his chin, his mouth touching mine in just a brush of a kiss. “Indeed, Lady Sybilla must keep her strength up. Especially as I intend to do this again this evening after we’ve feasted.”
“Elias,” I breathe.
He hums, his fingers flexing again, his mouth moving to my ear. “I very much liked your land’s use of their ladies’ mouths. Perhaps, milady will do that again and take my seed that way?”
A shiver breaks out over my entire body at his words. I liked it very much too, and just the thought of pleasing him in that way, turns me on and I don’t even know why. Before this, before him, it was always a chore. I’ve never craved it like I did earlier. Honestly, if he asked me to drop down and do it right now, I would without issue.
“I will, Elias. Any way that you want,” I shamelessly admit.
His hand moves around my neck, then shifts down between my breasts, stopping in the center. My breath comes out shakily as I stare into his steel-blue eyes. He arches a brow, just one, and for some reason even that move is downright sexy.
“Anything I desire?” he asks.
Licking my lips, I nod once as I clench my pussy around him. He groans, his lips parting and his eyes closing for a moment. Slowly, his eyes open and find mine again. His palm stays pressed against my chest.
“Your heart beats rapidly, Sybilla. Are you scared of what your king may ask of you?”
Smiling, I shake my head from side to side. “For some reason, I’m not. I’m excited.”
“You seem to be a formidable match, at least during intercurse.” He grins.
I blink, unsure that he’s just said what he has. “Ew, don’t say that word ever again,” I snap.
His head jerks back, as does the rest of his body, which causes him to slip from inside of me, along with forcing my arms and legs to uncurl from around him. He takes a step back, tugging his tights up when he does.
“What is wrong with that word?” he asks, crossing his arms over his beautifully strong chest.
Reaching for the undergarment, I tug it on over my head, covering my nakedness. I leave it untied at the chest, knowing that he can still see my expanse of skin there. His gaze flicks down before it lifts to my face.
“It just sounds icky.”
“I do not understand this word, Sybilla,” he mumbles, his eyes searching mine and clearly puzzled by our language barrier.
If he would just quit the act, even if this is some weird kidnapping Stockholm syndrome thing, I would feel a hell of a lot better. I press my lips together and shrug a shoulder before I slide off of the bed. I hiss when my bare feet touch the cold stone floor.
Elias’ lips quirk into a grin at my obvious surprise. Shaking my head, I close the distance between us. I’m sure that my hair is a fucking mess from well… fucking.