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He leaned over me, bringing his lips to mine.
My stomach flipped as his scent filled my lungs; the demon half of me wanted him desperately while my brain told me to stay in control.
Sensing my inner turmoil, Reyes laughed softly. My head fell back to the mattress and I shut my eyes at the sound of his zipper going down.
There was a barely audible thud as his clothes landed on the floor. When his fingers found their way to my pussy and began to stroke up and down my folds, they became coated in seconds.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured proudly.
“I’m sore,” I said quietly when his firm chest touched my breast.
“I guess I’ll have to be gentle, then.”
He positioned me so that my legs were hooked over his muscled forearms, his cock sliding into me on my next breath.
“Open those pretty eyes. Let me see you,” he demanded gently, resting the heel of his palm against my throat.
I did as he said, peering up at him through thick lashes. With him no longer using his power, the sex was all so clear; every movement became vividly etched into my brain.
He rocked in and out of me until I began arching my hips, clenching around his cock and pleading for more. There was little hesitation on his end before obliging my breathy request. Gripping my hips so tightly they bruised, he fucked me ruthlessly, ensuring every pulsing, hard inch of him was buried inside me.
The muscles in his torso flexed with his every thrust. When he lurched down to seal his mouth over mine, I threaded nimble fingers through his dark, silky hair.
My juices coated his cock; a squelching sound accompanied the slapping of our skin.
I was fully lost in the delirium of him; both halves of me always whole as he brought me to climax.
When the tightening in my lower stomach and pressure in my core became too great for me to hold onto, I let ecstasy wash over me.
I came with a barrage of long moans and a screaming of his name. He fucked me impossibly harder, moving my legs so that they were on his shoulders, thrusting even deeper.
The relaxed hand on my throat tightened to pin me down and keep me in place, forcing me to take his cock when I tried to wriggle away. A primal sound fell from his lecherous lips when my pussy clamped down like a vise, milking him of his come until there was nothing left.
When it was done, he loosened his grip and placed a soft kiss to my sweaty forehead before uttering words that left me at a loss for days afterward.
“You have given me your body countless times. It’s when I look in your eyes and see I no longer have your heart that I am reminded of who we are.”
I was nearly comatose when the woman appeared at my side of the bed.
Her arrival was so unexpected, I failed to stop the yelp of surprise from escaping my mouth.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She gently tapped my cheek and clicked her tongue. “That is no way for a queen to speak. Get up. By the looks of you, I’ve got my work cut out for me.”
She walked off throwing the drapes open as if sunlight would come streaming into the room.
“Excuse me, who are you?”
She spun on her tiny booted heels and placed fuzzy manicured hands on her hips.
“I am Edna Korvic, designer of high fashion and instiller of etiquette.”
“Those professions don’t go together.”
Brown eyes glared at me over the rim of librarian glasses. “Well, now they do. The king himself has given me my demands, and as such it’s my job to have you ready for dinner this evening. Now get out of bed before I get a spray bottle.”
Suddenly much more agreeable, I got out of bed and did as I was instructed. The process was painfully tedious.
Edna only came to my hip. I was positive the bun on top of her head was a method of making her feel bigger than she was.
Because she was so small, she needed to stand on a footstool to do everything. After a thorough shower, things were waxed, my brows plucked, my hair combed till it shined, and my nails manicured.
Then came all of the clothes, carried and wheeled into the room. When everything was finished, I found myself in a form-fitting black gown of lace and sequins with matching heels. My hair was left to hang down, a combed brooch of Reyes’ insignia added to one side.
Edna stood back and smiled for the first time since she came into the room.
“Beauty and grace. Just keep your mouth shut, or you’ll ruin it.”
“Oh, how shameful that would be,” I deadpanned.
She expelled an exaggerated breath and went to the doors, pulling them open and loudly announcing that I was ready.
