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“All right, well, I’ll see you later.”
“Thank you, Percival,” I say before ending the call and giving Eve my full attention. “Tonight,” I start, but she doesn’t give me a chance to finish when she asks, “What happened to your side?”
“My cousin.” With a shrug, I hook my finger over the top of the bath sheet and tug her closer. “We got carried away with a jousting tournament?”
“Jousting?” The sound of her laughter makes me smile. My pulse quickens at the sweet trill, making it impossible for me not to snicker along. I could live off that sound for the rest of my life. “I know you’re a bit along on the age spectrum, but jousting seems old for you. Even for you,” Eve teases with a crinkle of her nose that makes it impossible not to nip at the dainty tip.
“Are you calling me old?”
“Well, you called me a child.” The excited rhythm of my heart stutters at her words. “If I’m a child, what does that make you, Your Grace?”
Swallowing down every argument I could give her, I admit the only truth. “Wrong. It makes me wrong, Eve.”
“Because you’re fucking me?”
“No, because you’re legal,” I tease her, “and you have great tits and a fucking incredible cunt.”
A lovely blush spreads across her cheeks with a hitched breath that tenses her entire form while I step backwards, closer to the four-poster bed her eyes keep bugging out at. I intend on making exceptional use of each poster one of these days—when she’s recovered from last night and ready for the full measure of my desires.
“So you’re a boobs man,” she rasps, blowing out a shaky breath when I slip my hands beneath the towel and grasp her plump arse in both hands.
“No, darling.” I squeeze her supple flesh. “I’m an all-body man. There isn’t a part of you I’m not going to defile.” An audible swallow swells down her throat with another breathy squirm. “No holds barred. I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never imagined.”
“Okay.” The choked whisper causes me to chuckle.
“You belong to me, Eve. This isn’t me asking for permission. I’ll never ask. I’ll take and take, and you’ll have no choice but to give.”
Lust-glazed eyes flutter with every one of her tremulous breaths as she whispers, “Henry…”
“You’ll want me to stop. More than that, you’ll beg me to stop, but I won’t. I’ll torture and torment every inch of you until you hate me…until you hate you.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, with her between my thighs, taking in the way her brandy-coloured eyes course over my shoulders while I kneed her arse.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes.” Slowly, they flutter up to mine. Her timid stare burns bright as my hands trail over her curves to her waist. “Do you still trust me?”
Slowly, Eve edges closer. Her small hands go to my shoulders, tracing to the top of my arms. “Yes, Henry, I still trust you.” The reply is barely a whisper—a soft susurration that shocks my heart into overdrive.
The gallop of my pulse burns in my veins as I shift her to straddle my thighs. As much as I want to fuck her, I want to hold her more. I’ve never just held a woman. Not like this. A part of me knows that I shouldn’t be doing it, but I don’t care. I want what I want, and everything else can be damned. Consequences are a worry for tomorrow, not today, and most certainly not right now.
“Tonight,” I start again after she got us sidetracked, “I’m taking you out.”
“But you have an event.”
“You’re coming with me,” I state plainly, and before she argues, I take full advantage of her open mouth and kiss her until she’s breathless and pliant in my hold.
I meant what I told her. I’ll never ask. Everything is what it has always been—what I want it to be. When I want it to be. How I want it to be.
* * *
There’s something incredibly taking about a woman when she’s dressed up and you can tell she feels good about herself. In truth, I can’t say that she looks more beautiful than ever because Eve always looks stunning. Even when she’s soaked through in one of her dinosaur or cat-eared hoodies. However, tonight she’s breathtaking, in every form of the word.
“The dress looks good on you,” I tell her, putting out the cigarette I was smoking before I meet her at the balcony threshold. “It looks really fucking good.”
Too good to make it outside the front door without taking advantage of the way the black, heart-shaped bodice strains over her tits, emphasising her tucked waist.
A bashful smile greets me when my eyes rove up to her face. “I draw the line at cannibalism,” she chuckles, smoothing her hands over the top of the full tulle skirt before she brushes her loosely wavy hair over her shoulders.
Grasping one of her hands, I spin her on the spot. Once the whole way round, and a second time so that her back is to me and I can whisper into her ear. “Sweet darling, I’m going to eat your cunt until you’ve died at least a few deaths when we’re back later.”
