Page 190 of The Fifth Heir

His answer closed the subject.

I did not press.

Instead, I kissed the edge of the scar.

His chest rose sharply.

“Talia.”

“Bed.”

He stood with me still around him.

I laughed and tightened my legs around his waist.

“Your shoulder,” he warned.

“Is attached to me. I know where it is.”

He carried me into the sleeping chamber.

My crystal bed glowed when we approached. Clear curtains extended from the frame and turned opaque as soon as Torren set me on the mattress.

The rest of the wing disappeared behind them.

He stood between my knees.

“Last chance to tell me you want sleep instead.”

“I want you naked.”

His eyes flashed red.

“Good answer.”

He removed his trousers.

I looked at him without pretending otherwise.

Torren was thick and fully hard, his cock rising against his stomach. My body tightened in anticipation.

His gaze moved down my robe.

“Open it.”

I untied the belt.

His eyes darkened as the fabric fell away from my breasts and thighs.

Cool air touched my skin.

Torren looked at me with those dark eyes as if nothing else existed.

The attention should have made me self-conscious. Instead, it made me feel powerful.

“Beautiful,” he said.

“Still gratitude?” I asked.