I let out a grunt at the feel of her palms as soon as she presses them against my chest. Even through my tunic, I can feel her body’s heat as her head tips back and her golden eyes catch my own.
“Speak,” I gently demand, lifting my hand to cup the back of her head.
Sybilla licks her lips, wetting them, then finally does speak. “I’m kind of afraid when I wake up in the morning that I’ll be back at home and won’t be here.”
“You seem sad about that.”
She nods, then shakes her head, her brows furrowing together. “I don’t know how I feel about that. You don’t believe who I am. At the same time, I’m not sure I believe who you are, so I’m not angry about that. But the thought of never seeing my family again, it makes my heart ache.”
“You are close to your family.”
Her head moves, nodding as she watches me. “I have three sisters and we have our moments but we’re close. We talk a lot. Now that we’re adults, we’re friends. I think I would have a missing piece of my soul if I wasn’t ever going to see them again.”
I cannot know exactly how she feels as I don’t have any siblings, but the thought of not seeing Merek again, it makes my stomach clench. So, I suppose I can understand her woes.
Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers before I speak against her sweet lips. “When the witch comes and sheds some light upon our situation, then I will move mountains to have your sisters join you, sweeting.”
Her entire body shivers, my lips twitching into a grin. I love the way that I can pull those sensations from her. I want to make her body shiver, twitch, clench, and then I want to pull unholy sounds from her lips, again.
Reaching behind her, I begin to unhook the back of her dress, taking my time since the last time my fingers were at her hooks and ribbons, I wasn’t able to enjoy myself. Using my tongue, I taste her lips, sliding it along her upper, then lower lip.
“I don’t know if I should be feeling this way for you, Elias. I’m sure that all of this should feel very wrong,” she exhales against my mouth.
I hum, my teeth nipping her bottom lip. “Naught that you have shared with me has felt the least bit wrong, sweeting,” I murmur against her mouth.
She laughs softly and I close my eyes, swallowing the sound as I tilt my head to the side and slip my tongue inside of her sweet mouth. She shivers against me again, her body swaying toward me and pressing against me.
Nimbly, my fingers finish unhooking her dress, but I’m unable to pull it off until I untie her ribbons. Right now, I’m quite enjoying plundering her mouth. She whimpers as I lift one of my hands and cup the back of her head again, gripping her hair with my fingers.
“Elias,” she breathes.
“Yes, sweeting?” I answer, my lips twitching.
She’s breathing heavily, lifting my head, I look into her dilated pupils, her wide eyes, her parted swollen lips and I know what she wants. But I sure do love to hear it tumble from her sweet lips.
“Please,” she softly begs.
Shaking my head once, I take a step back. “Turn around,” I demand.
Without hesitation, she does as I’ve asked. Reaching toward the back of her dress, I go about untying her tight ribbons. Once they’re loosened a bit, she lets out a heavy sigh.
“Thank you,” she moans.
“While the dress, in my coat of arms’ colors is quite fetching on you, Sybilla. I would appreciate it if you never wore it again.”
She spins around as soon as my finger falls, her hands pressed against her stomach to keep the dress against her body, instead of allowing it to fall to the floor where it should be.
“What do you mean?” she asks, her voice not hiding her wariness.
Clearing my throat, I keep my eyes focused on hers. “I mean your charms were on display, the dress would be revealing if it wasn’t three sizes too small, but since it is, it is almost indecent.”
Her eyes narrow at me and I raise my brows as I watch her, waiting to see what she’s going to say, because judging by the way she’s staring at me, it will be something that I may not like.
“I can’t believe you just said that to me, like this dress was my choice,” she seethes. “What was I supposed to wear?”
Chuckling, I can’t help myself. “I’ll have a dressmaker come visit you, Sybilla. No need to get upset. Now, let the dress fall, and show yourself to me.”
SYBILLA
I want to show him my back and stomp to my room, but I have a feeling he’d follow me. Narrowing my eyes, I tilt my head to the side and watch him for a moment. His eyes are full of heat and desire as he waits for me to drop my dress.
I have a feeling that he’s waiting for me to drop to my knees too, and the damning part of it all, I want to do that.
Letting my hands release the velvety dress, I suck in a breath as it falls to my feet leaving me in nothing but the see-through undergarment thing. Elias doesn’t move, he also doesn’t make a move to rid himself of his own clothing.
“Come to me, Sybilla,” he coos.
My feet move before I realize what’s happening. Without a single word, when I’m in front of him, I slowly sink to my knees. I don’t even feel the hard stone of the floor beneath me. I don’t feel anything but desire.
Reaching for his pants, I unlace the tights at his hips and slowly pull them down his thighs until they’re at his ankles.
Reaching for his boots, I unhook the belts at the sides and smile when he toes out of them. Pulling his tights the rest of the way off, I look up, my breath hitches when I see that he’s divested himself of his tunic.
He’s naked.
Gloriously naked before me.
Placing my palms on the sides of his thighs, I slowly slide them up to his hips, my eyes never leaving his, his head tipped down and his gaze focused on mine.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe.
I mean it too. I’m completely mesmerized by his beauty. Puckered skin from scars and all, they only add to the rugged gorgeousness that is Elias. He shakes his head, lifting his hand to slide it against the side of my face.
“I am a beast, Sybilla. You are an unmatched beauty the likes of which I have never laid eyes on before, not in any of the years of my travels,” he breathes.
I shake my head, but I don’t argue with him. There is no need for arguments right now. There is only need for pleasure. Leaning forward, I lick the underside of his hard length. He lets out a groan, his eyes darkening to indigo immediately before my own eyes.
Opening my mouth, I take him inside. His fingers flex against the side of my head, my palms grab ahold of the backs of his thighs and without breaking eye contact, I give him the best blow job that I possibly can.
I’m really getting into it, slurping, sucking, my hand even cups his balls and I squeeze gently causing a groan to escape his lips. His nostrils flare, his eyes turning solid black at my ministrations. It’s beautiful. I feel him grow inside of me, and think he might pull me away as his fingers grip my hair tighter.
Holding onto the backs of his thighs, I moan as my belly clenches right before he thrusts his hips forward and empties himself down my throat. I swallow every single drop, somehow the whole moment turning me on like nothing I have ever experienced before.