She's too sure of herself to show up at my door for sex when she's angry at me. Of course there is a different motive. When I feel the distinctive chill of metal on my wrists I pull my arms down out of her reach, but I'm too fucking late. The steel cuffs bite into my skin and my arms are restrained above my head.
I am chained to a headboard in the company of the world’s deadliest assassin.
If I’m still alive in ten minutes, I’ll be surprised.
"I swear to the fucking gods, angel, unchain me from this bed or I'll—“
"Or you'll what, Your Majesty?" She asks, sitting back on the bed and pulling her dress over her head, completely naked in front of me. The trees and plants of my bedroom cast a jungle of shadows across her skin, incandescent. "You look a little…tied up right now."
I'm going to fucking kill her. "Rennalya, untie me."
"I'll free you when you free Stellan," she says, crawling up the bed like a cat, striking orange eyes on mine. Her skin glows, kissed by the sun who is ever as desperate to touch her as I am. The golden light glints off her pierced nipple and the gold necklace at her throat.
I'm enthralled.
Captivated.
Enchanted.
Privileged to breathe the same air as this woman who weaves her magic through my world and everything in it. I wantall of her.
"I'm not freeing Stellan."
"Then that's just too bad," she murmurs, her tongue darting out to lick those soft pink lips of hers. Slowly, deliberately, she sinks back on her heels, running her hands down to her thighs and spreading them apart as she kneels on the bed.
"Fucking save me," I whisper, in a quiet plea to gods that I gave up on long ago.
But they won't save me from her. Nothing can save me from this woman.
She's glistening wet, begging for me, and my fingers close and open in a fist. In terms of torture, I think her pulling my teeth would be preferable to this. She’s two feet away from me, and I miss her.
How the mighty have fallen.
She pulls the cork from a bottle of oil with her teeth, letting it drip over her chest and then over her golden thighs. I watch a droplet run in slow motion over the muscles of her abdomen, the soft curves of her hips, trickling down between her thighs. Where I want to be. Fuck that little oil droplet.
"Renna!" I shout, in pure frustration. The loss of the ability to touch this woman is a punishment that no man deserves. If I gave it everything, I could probably break free, but this is so much more than her tying me up. This is an exchange of trust. It’s an exchange ofpower, one that she needs and one that I’m happy to concede if it’ll make her happy.
My razor-sharp vision is so blurred by her. I don’t know how to feel about her anymore. She is both the poison that plagues my veins and the antidote that restores them. She's the fire that incinerates my chest and the water that suffocates the flames. She's injected my world with the buzz and the hum of life that I never knew I needed. Now I have it, I never want it to go.
She sits in front of me like the goddess she is, her hand massaging oil into her skin until she glows like a bronze statue. My burning gaze follows her hand as it waltzes down to her nipple. Every muscle in my body tenses as she rolls it between two fingers and whimpers, her head dropping back.
So this is her plan. To torture me until I can't take it anymore. It's fucking working. "Rennalya, put the key in the lock and turn it."
“I’d rather die.”
Her other hand runs over her stomach, down between her legs. The chains on the shackles clink as I pull on the restraints, dying to touch her, to touch myself, to touchsomething. I'm so hard it hurts, and she only makes it worse when she looks down at me with a starved expression, trapping her bottom lip between two rows of white teeth.
"Rexxan," she breathes, two fingers circling her clit. "I want you so, so bad."
I pull on the chains and the metal punishes me with harsh bites into my skin. She's going to kill me, or I'm going to kill her. I don't know which.
She spreads her legs wider, soft breathy moans echoing around my room, and my cock throbs. "Donotfucking come when I'm not touching you," I grit out, blood trickling down my forearms from the cuffs that encircle my wrists. "Or better still, fucking unchain me!" I don’t want to break free, I want her to free me.
Another quiet moan escapes her lips as she touches herself, her fingers glistening now too. "You want to taste?" She asks, repeating the same question I give to her so often. I really do.
I close my mouth around her fingers, twirling my tongue around them in a way that makes her let out a soft sigh and a breath that sounds like my name. The fire in her eyes glows a little brighter, the atmosphere a little hotter. When she moves to withdraw them I clamp my teeth on her skin.
She gasps, her whole body shuddering a little as my teeth graze her soft fingers. "Free Stellan," she whispers, her hips wriggling against the bed. She’s as desperate as I am. I release her fingers from my mouth.
