Page 92 of Long Live the King


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Rolling over to her side of the bed, I curl my body around hers and nuzzle her neck. Her scent is so fucking intoxicating, it hits my nose with the force of a blow and almost stuns me with its potency. Burrowing my face deeper into her neck, I take a deep inhale.

“I know you’re awake.”

She says nothing. Doesn’t move or acknowledge me.

“Bellamy.”

I roll her over and she lets me. I expected her to keep pretending to sleep but her eyes are wide and piercing as they glare at me. I can distinguish them even in the darkness.

“What did I tell you?”

“We’re not over.”

“We are.”

“No.”

She tries to flip back over, but I hold her locked in place. Dipping my head, I lick her neck and suction it painfully. I pull her skin between my teeth and bite it sharply. She yelps. “What are you doing?”

“I licked you so you’re mine.”

She tries to push me off. “Rogue, stop.”

“No.”

I bite down the column of her neck, over her collarbone and to the swell of her breast partially revealed in her tank top. I can feel her body giving way to me, submitting to me like it always does, but her brain is still resisting.

She pushes me again, this time harder. “I’m serious, Rogue, I won’t do this with you anymore.”

Agitation claws at my throat. This is who I am. This is what I do. Fighting is whatwedo. But I hear it in her voice, that she’s serious. Sitting back on my haunches, I swallow thickly, unsure what to do here.

She’s out of her fucking mind if she thinks I’m done with her. I just got my first taste, I’m not about to let her go anytime soon.

I jump off the bed and round it to her side. She yelps as I throw the covers off her body and scoop her into my arms.

“What are you– Rogue, what are you doing?” She asks, frantically. She tries kicking her legs free of my grip, but I hold her tight in my arms and against my chest. I stomp out of the guest room and down the hall until I reach my bedroom.

Kicking the door open, I march in and drop her on the mattress.

She scrambles to a sitting position, looking around her. Taking in the moss green walls, crammed bookshelves, graphic artwork, and gaming station in the far corner.

A frown creases her brow as she looks at me. “What is this place? Why did you bring me here?”

“My room.”

Surprise crosses her face as she looks around again, this time taking it in through a different lens.

“Why am I here?” She repeats.

"This is where you sleep now.”

She stares at me, quietly. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she considers my olive branch. I’ve never brought a girl to my room before let alone invite her to sleep in my bed. It’s always been my safe haven, the one place that I know is mine. I’m not opening it up to her easily, although satisfaction does unfurl in my chest at the thought of having her in my actual bed. It feels right.

She still hasn’t moved and I find myself holding my breath waiting to see what she’ll decide. Not that she has a choice. If she tries to leave, I’ll tie her to the bed. Naked.

Slowly, she stretches out her legs and leans back against the pillows behind her, never breaking eye contact.

“Close the door and come to bed then.”

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