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Would I let him?
“You don’t have to decide right this second, principessa. I prefer you spend more time figuring out what theme you’d like for our wedding because whether you choose to stand beside me or behind me, you’re going to be my wife.” He pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. “I’ll be back.”
I watched him disappear into the bedroom and a few seconds later, heard the shower kick on. I sat there for a few minutes before wandering out onto the balcony.
It had been a long day.
Now that I was showered and fed, I should’ve been ready to fall into a coma, but my mind was too loud. Was it Nova who said everything happened at breakneck speed around here? That was an understatement.
I draped my arms overtop the guardrail and looked out at the city. It was bustling with activity, legal and otherwise.
Judas gave me two options having to know I had a third.
Santiago gave me an out. He was still very much part of this world, though and I wasn’t looking to be rescued like some damsel in distress. I’d pulled myself up on my own too many times for that. Technically, this was all his fault in the first place, but I think he’d paid dearly for it.
I lingered on the balcony lost in thoughts of murder and wedding gowns.
Judas joined me after some time. He placed his hands on either side of my body to cage me in. Feeling his naked torso, I looked back at him and saw he’d come out in only a towel wrapped around his waist—low. I could see the perfect cuts that led to his cock. I did a quick scan of the balcony a few rooms away to make sure it was still empty.
“Admiring your city?” he asked, nuzzling the side of my neck.
I leaned into his solid chest with a contented sigh. “My city?”
“Just say the words and I’ll give you my whole world,” he murmured. “It’s nothing without you.”
My nipples tightened in response to what he was doing. I’d been turned on the second he came up behind me, but now I was growing needy. That’s how it always seemed to be.
He could look at me and I’d be ready to throw my underwear across the room. Our attraction to one another was visceral. It didn’t matter how sore I was or recent it had been, I was always willing to let him fuck me again.
“You let me go once, how do I know you won’t’ do it again?”
“Don’t be naïve, principessa. I never let you go.”
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. This was a life-changing choice. I could reign beside him or be the reason his dynasty was scattered among the ashes of our ruin.
I knew what he wanted my answer to be, and I’d already made up my mind. He knew it too. I just hadn’t said it out loud.
He let go of the balcony and moved his hands to my hips. I turned my head to get a better whiff of his spicy body wash. “You smell good.”
He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me softly. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. I parted my lips and let his tongue slip between them. He took over, kissing me like I was the last woman on earth. He broke away every so often to nip, lick and suck on my neck, a major one of my erogenous zones.
I moaned, running my palms up and down his back. He tugged my robe open, and warm air skated across my naked skin. I was acutely aware we were doing this on a balcony, and that anyone could potentially see us, but I didn’t care.
He spread his hands wide and firmly grabbed my ass, kneading the flesh as he began kissing down my neck to my chest, taking his time to move lower.
He kissed along my inner thighs, still licking, and sucking every so often, moving back up to my bikini line. When he finally dropped all the way to his knees I was nearly panting with need. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on.
“Judas.” His name spilled from my mouth on a breathy plea.
His hypnotic silver hues locked with mine and he grinned. “Watch, principessa. Keep your eyes on me.”
He placed his face between my thighs and began licking my pussy ever so softly. I was soaking wet and struggling not to beg for more. He pushed his tongue through my lips up to my clit over and over again.
“Judas.” I thread my fingers through his hair and pulled him deeper into my pussy, needing more.
He grabbed my left leg and hitched it over his shoulder, giving himself better access as he hardened his strokes.
He used the flat surface of his tongue, to apply pressure with every stroke. I could feel every groove and ridge, heightening my pleasure to a new level. He finally began to toy with my clit, and I wanted to cry in relief.
