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I move to shake my head, but quickly return to my position. The thought of messing up Eval and having to stand here longer has me anxious.
“Just bored.”
A single, soft chuckle hits my ears, followed by a whisper. “I know of a few things that’ll help with your boredom. Just think about me naked.”
I suck a sharp breath in through my nose, appalled by his suggestion, but it does the trick. It’s too easy for me to imagine Nor without the armor covering most of his torso, without his pants concealing his enormous dick.
As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I scold myself. I really need to get a hold of my libido. Our scene in the hall keeps playing in my brain, and as much as I try to convince myself that it wasn’t that impressive, I know damn well that’s a lie. It was amazing, and my body is eager for round two.
How can I ignore what’s so blindingly true?
I want to see his dick again, but this time completely unrestrained. I want to see him naked and soak in every inch of his impressive form. I want to touch him and let my hands dance their way over his muscular form, and I want him to touch me the way he did that night. I want it all. There’s no point in denying it.
It wouldn’t mean anything or change our truce at all—just a fiery night of passion so I can get the desire out of my system. So I can think clearly. So I won’t become frazzled and distracted anytime Nor is close to me. I think that’s perfectly reasonable.
It’s really more out of convenience than desire, I convince myself, but I don’t know if Nor would be up for it. He made the joke, but he’s spent his time carefully avoiding being alone with me. Convincing him to take me back to his room, or come to mine, might not be an easy task.
How can I hint at my intentions without simply asking? That way, if the answer is no, it doesn’t feel like such a letdown. I’m not afraid to go after what I want, nor am I ashamed of it, but I know my ego would be bruised if my husband doesn’t want to come to bed with me.
My husband. I shove that thought right out of my head. While it’s technically true, it feels like too intimate of a descriptor. It sounds forced, hardly describing the business relationship we’ve established. It sounds fake, and I try to come up with something more accurate.
Partner. It’s not perfect, but it’s definitely better.
It takes several minutes longer than it should for reason to kick in, but logic finally comes in swinging and strikes down my salacious thoughts.
Am I really standing here fantasizing about the minotaur who’s set to rule the kingdom responsible for the crumbling of mine? Have I really fallen so far in such a short amount of time? One minute I hate him and everything he stands for, and the next, I want him to rip off my oversized dress and crush me into a mattress.
This can’t be me.
I don’t know whose brain mine has been replaced with, but something is clearly wrong with me. I shouldn’t want this. Ican’twant this. It’s nothing but a distraction from my mission. Still, that doesn’t stop me from leaning back and closing the distance between us, resting against the unforgiving material of Nor’s armor.
The hitch in his breath is obvious, and I fight against the upward tug at my lips as he pulls me harder against him. I rest against him for several minutes, heat sparking beneath his hand and burning its way to my center as I wait to see if Eyal protests our movement. He doesn’t, so I guess I’m in the clear.
Slowly, I move my hand hidden between us to rest against Nor’s thigh, and he stiffens, gasping in a breath.
“What are you doing?” he mutters, his voice low and gruff.
“You said to picture you naked,” I whisper, a playful lilt to my voice. “So I did.”
He’s rigid against my touch, probably debating whether he should let me continue or shove me away, but I remain perfectly still. Even though the thick material of his pants, I can feel the chorded muscle of his leg. I’m in awe of the amount of power he possesses in every inch of his body. I’d love to see what he’s capable of. I want to see how fast he can run, how hard he can hit, how he can tear things apart with his bare hands, and how he would fight if he ever was in battle.
The thoughts cause heat to swell between my thighs and I feel the urge to fan myself.
“You considered me naked and now you want to touch me?” he asks, a low growl sounding in his chest. “Is that it?”
Instead of answering, I dance my fingers higher, brushing over the crotch of his pants, feeling the bulge under the material. It twitches beneath my touch, and Nor groans softly in my ear.
“Careful, Princess, or I’ll rip this dress to shreds, too,” he whispers, pressing himself harder against my open palm.
The threat produces a strong heartbeat between my thighs, but I don’t reply or stop. I stroke my fingers along the front of his pants until he hardens. I can tell he’s fighting the urge to rock his hips. In this moment, I feel powerful, and I’m enjoying every second of it. Unless he explicitly asks, I don’t plan to stop.
“I wonder how much longer we have?” I whisper. “It’d be a shame if I teased you like this for hours, wouldn’t it?”
He chuckles. “Keep it up and the painting will be of your bare ass bent over one of these thrones while I fuck you from behind. Don’t forget, Princess, I don’t mind if people watch me take what’s mine.”
My knees go weak, but Nor’s firm grip keeps me pinned against him and upright. It seems he hasn’t lost his interest after all. I still my hand, afraid he’ll make good on his promise to defile me in front of the artist. I might want him to ravage my body, but not quite that badly.
Nor clears his throat and addresses Eyal. “Excuse me. How much longer do you think we’ll be, sir?”
