tire of seeing in my chambers,” he rasps. “Rise, sweeting.”
Shifting to my feet, I rise, standing inches away from him, too many inches away. He reaches out, but only his fingertips touch me. He circles my nipple, watching his fingers, he smiles at the way my nipple pebbles around his sweet touch.
“I want all of you, Sybilla.”
“Whatever you want,” I breathe.
He shakes his head once. “I want too much, sweeting.”
“What do you want, Elias?”
He turns from me, and I watch as he turns his back to me as he walks over to the fireplace. I take in his perfectly shaped muscular ass, but I’m unable to hide the hurt at his physical rejection in this vulnerable moment.
“I have to pick a wife, one that will be a political alliance. This can be naught more than what we are sharing, now. I cannot want you for more, Sybilla.”
Pressing my lips together, I think about what the girls said about his father and the woman’s dress that I was wearing, his paramour. Blinking, I swallow as I realize that’s what I am to him, he’s telling me, albeit delicately, but he’s still telling me that I’ll be nothing more than a fuck.
I decide that I don’t care. The odds of me staying here, wherever I am, are slim anyway. He gives me pleasure, he’s beautiful, and I’ve never had anything like this before.
I’ve never slept with anyone that I hardly know. I’ve never felt this amazing with a man in my life. There is a reason that he makes me feel this way, some kind of connection that we share and I’m not going to question it, not when soon enough it will surely be finished.
“Elias,” I call.
He turns, his eyes now blue indigo as he watches me, waiting for me to speak. “None of that matters. I’ll probably be gone soon. No doubt, your witches will send me home, or your geographer will.” I don’t add, or the police will find me and get me the fuck out of here. “So, why don’t we enjoy one another until then?”
“I’ve struggled with it all day. It’s not gentlemanly,” he murmurs.
Closing the distance between us, I reach for his hand and guide it between my legs. His eyes widen before a small growl escapes his lips. “I find that gentlemen in the bedroom don’t make very good lovers.”
He smirks. “No, I supposed they do not, indeed.” His fingers shift, two of them filling me in one swift move.
I let out a mewl and drop my head back. Elias leans forward and I feel his lips touch the center of my neck.
“Then a gentleman I will not be, not tonight anyway. Tomorrow morning perhaps I will make love to you, Sybilla, prove to you that I can be a kind and gentle lover as well.”
I laugh softly, lifting my head to look into his still indigo-colored eyes. My hips shift as I let out a sigh. “Yes, soft and gentle in the morning, but please, own me tonight, Elias. Because if I wake up in the morning without you, I want to remember this for the rest of my life.”
Elias’ lips twitch and curve up into a smile. “You will remember me, Sybilla. You will remember me until your dying breath.”
“I’m terrified that you could be right,” I whisper.
“Who am I?” he asks, curling his fingers inside of me.
I let out a shaky breath. “My King.”
“Gods, but you are irresistible.”
Chapter Eight
SYBILLA
My breath hitches before I even open my eyes. I feel a heavy band wrapped around my waist, it’s an arm and it tugs me against a warm, naked body. I let out a small gasp when I feel a warm palm slide up and cup my breast, fingers curling around and squeezing gently.
“You are still here this morn, sweeting,” Elias’ voice whispers against the side of my neck.
I hum, my eyes trying to adjust to the pitch-black room around me. His hand massages my breast before his fingers pinch then tug on my nipple. I let out a shaky breath as my eyes close with a long sigh.
His tongue snakes out and he tastes my skin. I’m sure that I taste like salty sweat since there isn’t a shower in here to bathe, especially after our energetic session together last night. His fingers leave my breast and slowly dance down the center of my chest and belly until they slip between my legs.
Instinctively, and mainly because I like the way his fingers feel