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“Have you got any siblings?”

“No, Elora. I am an only child,” Silas answers.

“Well, that explains a lot then,” I tell him. Silas huffs.

“Explains what?” he asks.

“Why you don’t play well with others. Why you don’t like to share.”

“I share you and you are an only child too, Elora.”

“Different upbringing Silas, when you have nothing, you expect nothing, therefore can give everything because you realize you don’t need anything.”

“So, you think I am selfish?” he asks, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

“No, I am just saying you have a sense of entitlement. Ownership if you will.”

“Hmm, you have an interesting mind, but you’re wrong, I would give up everything in a heartbeat to have you.”

“Except your kingdom, you said it yourself I am just a bed toy,” I tell him, his words coming back to me, and the way he said it.

Silas rolls me with one hand to face him but instead, I sit up, leaning against the headboard and flicking on the lamp. He runs his hand down his face.

“You’re angry because of what I said? I was angry, Elora; I say shit I don’t mean when I am angry.”

“Sometimes it’s not what you say Silas but how you say it, that speaks volumes on how you feel,”

Silas shakes his head, climbing between my legs, resting his head on his hand braced on my legs. He kisses my belly, running his nose along it, looking up at me.

“I didn’t mean what I said.”

“You are just saying that because you want to fuck me,” I tell him, feeling his arousal through the bond.

“No, I don’t have to say anything to get in your pants, little one. Your body will react anyway,” he chuckles, biting the inside of my thigh, making me jump.

Arousal floods me from having him so close. He laughs, doing it again.

“Stop, point taken,” I tell him, pulling his face away.

He runs his nose across my belly, his hands pushing my shirt up. He moves so quickly I feel nauseous from the motion before finding him leaning against the headboard. I am now straddling his lap.

“That’s better,” he states, kissing my chin, his hands tugging the bottom of my shirt, peeling it off me.

Silas stares at the markings traveling across my body. This is the first time he has actually seen them. His fingers burn my skin as he traces them with his fingertips. His hand goes behind my neck, bringing me closer, crashing his lips against mine.

I push on his shoulder, sitting back up, pulling away.

“What?” he pouts, his hand trailing up my waist to palm my breast. He nips at my chin, my traitorous body not even fighting against him as he sucks and nips at my skin.

I hear him laugh, knowing full well I don’t want him to stop.

“I, Silas Draquin,” he says between kissing my skin. I freeze, pulling his face away from my neck.

“What are you doing Silas, that isn’t funny. Don’t do that if you don’t mean it,” I tell him.

“You should know by now I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, Lora,” he says, gripping my face and bringing us almost nose to nose.

“But I messed up?” I admit.