"Fucking hell, Renna.” His deep voice travels down to my bones, his thumb running over the piercing in my left nipple. "Spread your legs wider.”
"Is this what you're like? Bossy in the bedroom?"
A warm kiss lands on my inner thigh, his voice gravelly and thick. "You have no idea. Wider for me.”
"Rexxan, I want to make one thing clear. Nothing I ever do is for you."
"I beg to differ."
Oh,fuck him. "You hold an awfully high opinion of yourself."
“And you will too, in half an hour.”
“Like you could last half an hour around me.”
“Are you going to behave, or should I get some rope?”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I rebuke, moving my hands to his chest. He straightens up and moves them down away from his burns quickly. He doesn’t like me to touch him, which is sad, but I respect the limits he has set. I move my hands down, running my hands lower and lower and lowe—is that...oh, no. This is why my kind shouldn't be with immortals. "That'll never fit! Oh, shit!"
“We’re not going to do that."
Thank fuck. I need to be able to walk correctly for my job, being an assassin and all. He’s laughing at me still as I finally do as he asks, letting the distance between my goosebumped thighs grow. He leans in, the glow from his eyes illuminating the pale skin splintering like lightning over his right eye and down his jawline.
"This is beautiful," I whisper, careful not to touch it as I trace my finger beside the jagged lines. He clearly doesn’t want to discuss it, busy kissing his way back down my abdomen. His stubble tickles my skin as he whispers in a language I don’t know, every word quickening my pulse. I don’t have to understand the words to know that what he is saying is utterly filthy. His kisses and his tongue dip between my legs and I let out a mangled version of his name, my hands falling to his shoulders.
"No touching,” he orders, returning my hands to the rough wood of the shelf.Control freak. He brushes his lips across my inner thigh again before gently sucking my clit, his breath hot between my thighs. “Renna, you’re intoxicating. The heat of you, thetasteof you. I’m drunk on it all.”
But I am too much of a dissolving mess to reply, my legs trembling. My vision is fucking blurring, the heavy thud of my heart centring between my legs as ecstatic pleasure diffuses its way around my veins. I don't know what he's doing or where he learned it, but I can't think straight. Whatever I said about wanting to be with him so I can forget about it and move on was bullshit, because Rexxan is so deep in my conscience now that he’ll never escape.
I cover my mouth with my hand as his name escapes my treacherous lips, but a firm hand tears it right off again. He does this without looking up, like he’s been starved of me for so long that now, even to pull away for a brief second would be agonising.
"Out loud, Renna. Let the guards know exactly who makes you feel this feral.”
For someone who regularly brags to Stellan about my ice-cool composure, I'm not doing well. But true to his reputation, Rexxan is ruthless and does not relent. And then I’m tumbling. Toes curled, back arched, head tipped back as I plummet over the edge, blinded by white light. He silences my cry by gently putting two fingers in my mouth. "Taste yourself, love. Taste how much you long for me.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Every time I start to like him. "No one likes a narcissist, Rexxan," I mutter, before he kisses me again, harder this time.
"Evidently, you do," he lets out a low hum of approval, “because you’re so wet for me.”
"Not for you. Never for you."
He just laughs. "Whatever helps you sleep at night. You did so well. I could watch you come all day."
“Is that an empty offer? I’m free if you are.”
He’s fucking smiling at me, like he’s as invested in ignoring his hate for me as I am in ignoring my hate for him. “I can cancel a meeting or two.”
I vehemently take back what I told Stellan last week about Rexxan being the human equivalent of blank white paper. He's not fucking boring. He's…celestial. It hits me there and then that leaving this kingdom tomorrow is going to be more disappointing than I thought it would be.
Chapter13
Kill, Live or Die (Rexxan)
For as long as the gods decide I will live, I will never tire of watching this woman come.
She claims to hate me, but she does moan my name an awful lot for that to be true. Her toned brown thighs tremble as she sits on the shelf, her head buried in my neck. She's a storm, a violent blizzard of power, but it's times like this where she's so vulnerable where I could see myself falling into her traps so easily. Her cheeks flush a little as she rests her cheek on my chest.
"I want you.”
