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“It’s hard to explain,” he says, his voice dropping to a rumbly whisper in my ear. “At first it was just a pull, a need to be near you. Being close to you, while annoying, was the only thing that felt right. I knew I was jealous when you danced with the other men at the ball, but seeing you with the human guard set my blood on fire. If you hadn’t begged to save his life, I would have ended it there in that dungeon cell.”
His lips graze my cheek and dance their way to my jaw. I tilt my head to the side to grant him access to my neck, my eyes drifting closed as I sink into a lull of ecstasy, and I listen as his voice rumbles its way through me.
“I’ve denied it. I’ve fought it.” His lips slowly move their way along my neck, sending tingles skittering down my spine, and I roll my head back to let him migrate to the other side. “You may think I’m dreadful, and you might wish to ignore me altogether until this charade is over, but I’m not acting anymore. My desire for you is real, and I want to prove it to you if you’ll let me.”
There it is, the chase I yearn for. After months of feeling like an obligation he didn’t want, or a chore he wished to ignore, he finally said it. He wants me, and judging by how happy hearing the words makes me, I can’t deny my own feelings anymore either.
I don’t understand how, considering everything we’ve been through, but I want him. I want his closeness, his body. I want his conversation and attention. I don’t know that I want it forever, or that I would give up the truce to stay here, but in this moment, when we’re pressed against one another in the sanctity of the library, he’s all I want.
“You can be dreadful,” I smile, my eyes still closed. The gentle skin of his lips and nose are tracing shapes on my skin, making me forget where we are, and it’s hard to focus on anything else. “But I don’t want to ignore you. Even if it’s just for a little while, I want this.”
He growls deeps in his chest, and the pressure of him on me increases. He pulls me tighter, holds me firmer, and his lips press harder against my neck.
“Do you want me?” His voice is a rush of air against my ear, and I nod before his words entirely sink in.
“Say it,” he urges.
He sucks tenderly on the side of my neck, drawing a faint moan from my lips, and I oblige. “Yes, but not here.”
He laughs softly and reaches behind me for my corset string. I feel him work effortlessly to tug it loose, and the front of my dress sags, making my eyes pop open.
“Nor!” I hiss, attempting to pull away.
“I told you I don’t mind anyone seeing me claim what’s mine, Irissa,” he laughs softly. He pulls back just far enough to meet my glare with inquisitive eyes. “If I barricade the door will that make you feel better?”
“We–”
My eyes flick over toward the door, which is still closed, and my cheeks burn hot. There’s no other way into the small room, so barricading it would eliminate the chance of us being discovered. Besides, this has to be one of the most seldomly used rooms in the castle. The chances of anyone finding us in here are slim to begin with.
“This isn’t even the most public place we’ve done anything,” he says playfully. “Remember the hallway?”
Of course I do. It’s been impossible to forget, and at the mention of it, I imagine Nor holding me up against a shelf of books and tasting me again like I’m the finest dessert he’s ever seen.
“I know,” I say, my eyes still lingering on the door. “All right. But only if you barricade it.”
Flashing me a grin, he releases me and briskly makes his way across the room. He grabs one of the sturdy chairs and drags it along behind him, the wooden feet squeaking as they slide across the marble floor. He wedges it underneath the doorhandle, barricading the door, and tries the handle several times to show me it’s effectiveness.
“Does this please the princess?” he jokes, bowing for effect.
I burst into laughter, hardly recognizing the minotaur before me. The man I married would have rather filed off his horns than take orders from anyone else, much less bow to someone aside from his parents. Maybe this is his way of proving how much I mean to him? Or maybe he’s just lost his mind after all the turmoil of the last few weeks. Either way, I’m stunned.
As he marches back, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and yanks it off over his head, careful to avoid snagging the material on his horns. He throws it aside, not caring to see where it lands, and before I know it, I’m back in his arms and being shoved against a bookshelf. When his lips meet mine eagerly, I wrap my arms around his thick neck and lose myself to their movement.
“Don’t tear my dress off,” I whisper between kisses, not wanting an exact repeat of our hallway rendezvous. “Please.”
“I thought we covered that last time,” he says, his hand sliding up behind me to further loosen the back of my dress.
I’m about to assure him it’s just a precaution when the fabric around my chest falls slack and the dress slips into a puddle at my feet. Aside from a strip of pale fabric covering my ass, I’m already naked. I gasp against his mouth as his hands dive over my skin, his rough fingers tantalizing my nipples until they pebble. While one of his hands works my breasts, the other dips down further and grabs the side of my panties, ripping them off my body in a swift motion.
“I’m not going to have any underwear left at this rate,” I groan, even though I don’t actually care. I enjoy them being ripped off as much as he enjoys destroying them.
“Guess you’ll have to go without,” he suggests before he nudges my thighs apart with his hand. He sinks to one knee, putting us almost at eye level, and takes one of my nipples in his mouth as he slides a finger into me.
Any remaining shred of reservation about being defiled in the library evaporates as his finger works inside me, and I bite back a moan when he inserts a second. They slide easily, each thrust accompanied by a soft wet sound, proof of just how badly I wanted this.
Nor’s mouth moves to my other breast, and I grab onto his horns for a sense of stability while he finger fucks me against the bookshelf. I can barely feel the shelves biting into my back as I rise up on my tiptoes and sink back down, riding Nor’s hand as he thrusts his fingers inside.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, picking up speed. “I bet I can make you even wetter.”
