“You’re uncomfortable,Comoara?”He voiced, phrasing it as a question, but also implying he already knew without my answer. “I can release you if you don’t like this.”
Fuck, it was so easy to forget that he could sense my moods even without our bond being fully in place yet.
I pushed my face into the bedding, allowing my hair to fall over the sides and obscuring my embarrassment from his line of sight. “It’s not about the restraints,” I mumbled into the comforter, unsure of if he could even understand me like this.
Once more, he draped himself over my back as his fingers gathered my hair. But instead of pulling me back toward him, he guided my head to lay on my cheek once more. I stared at him out of the corner of my eye as he ran a finger against my cheek and let my hair cascade toward the other side of the bed.
“Then what?” he questioned, arching a single eyebrow.
Own up to it, Alina.
With a heavy sigh and shame spearing through my heart, I admitted, “I was wondering if you used these with other partners before and got jealous.”
I waited for the mood to be ruined by my issues, but to my shock, he didn’t even respond to it.
“Spread your arms out toward each corner of the bed,Comoara,”he instructed, peeling himself off my back as he moved to the left side, waiting for me to do as he said.
Was he not going to even acknowledge what I’d said?Fuck it. I wanted to continue to explore this moment with him, so if that’s what he wanted to do, I’d roll with it.
As I extended my wrists toward the corners, my hamstrings protested at the way my chest sank even further into the bed without my forearms helping hold my weight up.
With both of my wrists secured, I finally heard the rustling of clothes behind me. Pulling my head back as much as I could in this position, I got a glance of his large, bronze chest before my neck burned at the strain and I let it fall back to the bed in a frustrated huff.
Damn it, I really wanted to see his body beneath the dress clothes. While I found his impeccable clothing choices sexy as hell, I knew he’d look like a god beneath them.
The sound of his deep voice startled me from my thoughts as I tried to picture his naked body in full. “I promise to always ensure you are safe and enjoying what we do together,Comoara,but if at any time you want to stop, I need you to choose a safe word—make sure it’s something you remember. I will stop immediately if you say it.”
I almost blurted out that there was no way in hell I’d ever want him to stop anything, but the new, logical part of my brain that was forming knew I needed to take this seriously.
After mulling it over for a moment, I whispered, “Devour.”
For some reason, my soul sword’s English name came to mind quickly. She had always been my built-in safety net, and I knew that I would never be without a way to defend myself in any situation because of her. It brought me peace to choose her name, and she wouldn’t accidentally come to me unless I spilled my blood and said it in Latin, so Drake was safe from her flames in this case.
A chuff came from behind me. “The name of your sword you called to try to behead me.”
Damn, he’d understood me back thenandremembered it.
My head jerked as I glanced at him out of my peripheral vision. “You speak Latin?”
A deep hum of confirmation came from him before he moved on, “Okay. If you say devour, I will stop. But, Alina, there’s one more thing I need to make clear.”
It was becoming near impossible to stop myself from trying to pull against the restraints to seek out his body as my desire burned, untouched and growing within me.
“Okay, what?” I questioned sharply, unable to contain the sexual frustration from bleeding into my tone.
He chuckled at my impatience before making me gasp as my thong was finally ripped away from my body. I was completely spread out for him and on display, agonizing over the torturously slow pace he was setting for our night.
“Fuck!” I moaned as he shoved two fingers inside of my pussy, easily sliding in with the wetness pooling there.
As he curled them, hitting that perfect spot inside of me, my hips tried to move at their own pace. I wanted to fuck his hand and come already, but the restraints made it impossible.
Tskingat my attempts, he pulled his fingers out completely, making me cry out in a pitiful, needy way. Seconds later, he slapped my pussy, the contact making my clit feel like it was on fire for a brief moment. The tingles following it made my eyes roll back as euphoria flooded my brain.
“I’ve never used anything that is in this room with anyone,” he admitted, his voice deep and rough as if he was struggling to hold back. “I got everything the day I met you, knowing that one day I’d have you. I have never had any partner in this castle, and I haven’t fucked anyone in over a millennium.”
My heart practically exploded as relief poured through me. A millennium? Hell, I knew he was old and considered immortal, but damn…I was more intrigued than ever to know more about his life before me. It hit me then, that he’d been waiting for a mate for that long…No wonder he’d been so hurt when he found me, and I’d tried to instantly kill him. Having that context explained so much.
Unable to keep the quip back this time, I sassed with a smile tugging at my lips, “A little presumptuous of you, don’t you think? Getting all of this on the day you met me when that was also the day I tried to kill you.”
