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. I’m sure whatever small amount of makeup the ladies put on me is equally a hot mess, but the way he watches me, I don’t mind it.
Touching my palm to his chest, I bite the inside of my cheek at the feel of his rough silvered scarring. Sliding my hand up, I’m only able to reach the side of his neck, though only barely.
Elias is tall, he towers above me and that mixed with his burly stacked muscles, makes him a force to be reckoned with, in this world of his and in my own. His steel-blue eyes darken, but just a shade as he looks down at me.
“We call it, having sex, fucking, or making love, though I will admit making love kind of gives me the willies too. But it means to make love as we just did, though doing it soft and gentle, coming sweetly with feelings for one another. Having sex is probably the most common, it just means to do what we’ve done, where both people get off, but it’s not necessarily too hard or too soft.
“Fucking is when you don’t really care about the person, or maybe it’s when you do it really hard, fast and dirty,” I explain, though I feel like an idiot explaining it to him, because I know that he knows exactly what I’m saying.
“Sex. I have never heard this. I must admit, I like the description of fucking.” He grins.
Rolling my eyes, I bring them back to meet his. “Of course you would.”
His hand wraps around my waist before he hauls me against his chest. He lowers his face, his eyes bright and shining with humor before he speaks so softly that I barely hear him.
“This fucking, hard, fast, and dirty. This is what we will do after we dine this evening. Tomorrow morning, I will make love to you, Sybilla. To end a long day, fucking you hard sounds too delightful to resist.”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
He hums. “Yes, Sybilla. Your King will fuck you.”
My entire body shivers and I think a second orgasm rolls through me at his words. I don’t know why, but the way he says it, the way the words wash through me, I want that. I want him to do just that. He is so matter of fact that it should be a turnoff, but it’s not, not in the slightest.
He’s my captor, he’s probably going to murder me at some point.
He’s delusional and he thinks I’m a witch, but damn, the man is sexy and good.
He’s so good. And like the glutton that I am—I want more.
I. Want. So. Much. More.
ELIAS
It’s as if I’m possessed by this siren. Her voice, her face, her deep golden hair. It’s her body, that is what has me bewitched. Leaving her alone in my chamber, calling for the three maids that I’ve assigned to her, is the wrong move.
I have tarnished her reputation, there is no way around it. Tongues will wag, undoubtedly. If she is, like she says from another land which it seems that she is, then she will not mind, nor care if she is the topic of gossip.
However, it isn’t very gentlemanly of me to tarnish her this way, but I cannot seem to find the scruples inside of me to give a gods damn. Leaving her in naught but her chemise, I make my way toward my chancery.
The hallways are quiet, a little too quiet and I know that the servants are more than likely spreading the news, and gossip, of Sybilla throughout the house and more than likely the kingdom.
Cornwall is standing next to the chancery door, his head tipped down, his face turned to the side and his angry gaze focused on me as I make my way toward him. Briskly, I walk past him, my shoulder brushing his as I head directly for my leather chair behind my desk.