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But it is different with Lana. All night, I had gazed at her, asleep and peaceful in that luxurious bed, longing for her in ways I had never encountered before. Not even for a demon matron has my mouth dampened with thirst, and my body shook to its very bones at her lightest touch.
We are set to attend court today for the very first time as a “unit” of sorts. Technically, she is my prisoner, the heiress to a wealth of demon luxuries, one that will be greatly sought after due to her abrupt positioning in the trolvor hierarchy. But I don’t want that for her anymore. I want her on my arm as something else, something more, something infinite in its flow of adoration and mutual respect.
My mind is a web of confusing feelings and thoughts, but the very sight of Lana emerging from her room in her court finery wipes it all away. I am standing in the hallway, chandeliers above my head casting a halo-like glow over my head like distinct irony.
“How do you like it?”
I swivel around and find Lana, looking divine, leaning against the doorframe with a playful humor dancing across her lips. Her long black hair is out and streaming down the front of her bosom, matching the dark shade of the dress. It sits taut around her body with a tight fit above the knee, the corset-style of the outfit pressing her generous breasts up like an offering. My throat goes dry, and I swallow. There is a gleam in her eyes, a trembling in her blood-red lip shade that knows just how striking she truly is.
“You are flawless,” I say, the words clambering out like a critter out of a well.
She chuckles, the muscles beneath the bare skin of her shoulders, arms, and hands tensing and relaxing as she steps toward me. I feel as if I may collapse as she cranes her neck up to me with that smile everlasting on her succulent mouth.
“Let’s see what all of this is about then, shall we?”
We enter the king’s court, with me acting as head Constable, of course, but with Lana, a bewitching specimen, to say the very least, garnering us a flood of attention. I presume that it was not only because of Lana’s effortless beauty but the rumors about her reluctant wealth and my unwillingness to erase her from the picture.
She walks in heels with a posture that is bold, no longer afraid or tentative. I silently wonder to myself if our lovemaking the night before had anything to do with it. But, alas, maybe it is wishful thinking.
“So, how does all of this work?”
Lana links her arm into mine, the heels helping her reach the elbow of my upper arm as we walk through the opulent chambers I have passed through a thousand times. With Lana, though, everything feels fresh and interesting.
“It’s a social of sorts for those highest in status to interact,” I whisper down, her shoulders enchanting and begging for a kiss. “Usually, I am security for these events, watching the upper-class dance and mingle.”
She nods, her body fragrant with light vanilla and lavender scents. She raises an eyebrow ever so slightly and looks up at me as we step into the ballroom.
The gaze nearly has me on my knees.
“And this time?” she whispers.
I sigh and turn away, unable to see those soft eyes on me for too long.
“Well, I suppose I’m still security. My lowly class isn’t allowed on the dance floor, but you are. Because of the inheritance, of course.”
“I see,” she mutters.
Her brows lower, and I think I detect disappointment in her tone. It’s exciting to think she doesn’t like the idea of taking the floor with anyone else but me.
But I try not to interject my own cravings into Lana’s behavior. The very breath she breathes is enough to make me dizzy with longing. I gaze down at her as she marvels at the majesty of the court, all eight of my eyes running up and down the valleys of her creamy shoulders and that velvet-soft nape.
Her breasts press against the tight fabric of the corset every time she breathes in, ample side-boob spilling out of the dress and just aching for release. I try not to stare too long, risking the exposure of my attraction, but the thrill is in the near-capture, isn’t it?
I peel myself away as the king’s court proceedings begin with folk music being played by live musicians and announcements from the king himself commencing before the traditional dance starts.
It is time to find my position amongst my security team, though, leaving Lana feels a lot like torture.
“I’ll be over there,” I say before walking away.
My heart nearly leaps out of my chest when her hand clings to mine.
“You can’t stay with me?” she whispers.
Her face is beautiful, her eyebrows knitted together with apprehension. I want to take her into my arms and caress her from the back of her neck all the way down to that strong ass and assure her that I will never leave.
Instead, I gulp and shake my head. “I’m not at your level,” I mutter, cocking my thumb in the opposite direction. “Plus, I’ve got some securing to do.”
There is a lilt in my voice that comes out sounding flirty, and she responds like a bird of prey, sticking out her chest and breathing in deeply. I feel my cock twitch in my pants, along with the extra pair of hands hanging at my sides.
