He gently guides himself from my mouth, and I can’t stop myself, I lick him completely clean, his black gaze still never leaving mine. His lips curl up into a grin as he releases my hair, he dips his chin in a silent demand.
Reaching for the fabric against my thighs, I bunch it before I pull the thin undergarment over my body, exposing my naked self for him before I toss the gauzy white fabric to the side.
“You are a sight, Sybilla. One that I do not think I could ever 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 between my legs, I lift my top one and hook my leg around his thigh, spreading myself for him. Elias must like it, because I feel his chest rumble behind me as he lets out a growl.
“Gods,” he breathes against my neck as he fills me with two fingers.
Yes, he likes it.
His palm grinds against my clit and I can’t hold back the shiver as it slides over my skin from his touch. Something feels almost magical every time his fingers are on my skin, every single time. I don’t know what it is, but I’m also afraid to question the sensation, afraid that it will be gone the moment that I verbalize my questions.
Shifting my hips, I let out a whimper as he uses his fingers to make that perfect come-hither motion inside of me with each pump. Closing my eyes, I arch my back, pressing my ass against his hard length. I can feel him nestled between the crack of my ass and I can’t help but moan.
Elias slips his fingers from me and makes painfully light touches against my clit. Playing me, his fingers only a whisper of a touch with each stroke. My hips roll on their own volition, searching for so much more than he’s giving to me.
Turning my head to the side, my lips touch the underside of his scruffy jawline. “Please, Elias. It’s not enough,” I whimper.
He hums. Of course, he knows that it’s not enough, he’s trying to torture me. His fingers continue their torturously light touches as he shifts behind me and I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. Grinning against his jaw, I try to rear back, but he pulls back at the same time with a tsking sound.
“I am in charge, sweeting. At least right now,” he murmurs.
Biting the corner of my bottom lip, I pinch my eyes closed and wait for him. He repositions himself, then as his fingers continue their ministrations, he slowly buries himself inside of me, both of us letting out a sigh when he’s buried to the root.
“Hold your leg higher,” he gently demands.
Slipping my arm beneath my already bent knee, I lift it to my chest, opening myself for him even more completely. I should probably be embarrassed, but I’m not. It feels far too amazing to be even the slightest bit embarrassing.
Elias dips his chin, his mouth touching mine. I keep my head back so that I can feel his lips on mine. It’s an odd angle, but there is no way I’m going to move away from him. Not when his mouth is on mine, not when he inhales my breaths and fills me, stretching me as he brings me to the edge of my orgasm.
Not when it feels magical.
“Sybilla, you bewitch me,” he rasps, his lips moving against mine.