I bet he could do that. He was a good kisser. If he was half as good with other things, I’d definitely think I’d exploded.
“Please,” I whispered but his hand at my side drifted up and his thumb slid out and caressed the side of my breast.
Whoa. This had to stop mainly because it felt so good. Too good. Fairytale good.
“Noctorno –”
His teeth nipped my ear and I shivered.
I liked that too, way better than Salem shuffling closer to me.
“You’ve been calling me Tor.”
I had because he was becoming a Tor. But I had to remember he was Noctorno, always, always, always.
“I –”
I stopped talking when his arms squeezed and his tongue traced my ear. I stopped talking because my body trembled and heat rushed to very specific parts of me.
“Forget what I said in the village. I’ve changed my mind. Play this game, my love, I want you to,” he murmured. “Let me take you to my castle where you can play it. Let me make you heavy with my heir and I’ll treat you like a queen while you play it. You give me an heir, you can name your price, a bigger house, more land, jewels, whatever you want, by the gods, it’ll be yours. Just open your legs, convince me you’re enjoying it, settle a son on me and, before you leave, I’ll hand you the world.”
My body started trembling but for a totally different reason.
“Before I leave you’ll hand me the world?” I asked quietly.
“Anything you want,” he assured me, his arms getting tighter, his body pressing into mine.
“Leave you with my son.”
“My son,” he stressed.
“Our son,” I corrected.
His teeth nipped my ear again and he whispered, “My son, Cora. My heir. My country’s future king.”
Dear God. Was he serious?
For sanity’s sake, I moved to another subject. “Convince you I’m enjoying it?”
“Yes.”
“So I won’t?”
“You let go, I’ll make you enjoy it. That’s a vow.” His thumb moved in, stroking closer to my nipple and I bit my lip. “Let go, sweets,” he coaxed into my ear.
“Let go so you can f**k me, get me pregnant and take my child?”
His head came up and he asked, “Fuck you?”
“Screw me. Boink me. Nail me. Tag my ass. You know, have sex with me, sex with no meaning, no love, f**k me,” I explained acidly.
He turned me in his arms to facing him and one hand sifted into my hair, clenching gently but making a statement nonetheless while his other arm caged me in.
“I take it… in your world… that’s not a nice thing to say,” he remarked.
“Nope,” I agreed.
He was silent but he didn’t let me go.