AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Curiosity and desire burned together as one through my veins. “Tell me.”
A depraved smile crossed his lips. “First, I would peel off your… extra layers.” He hooked a finger under the strip of cloth around my arm and tugged it down, his knuckle leaving a trail of goosebumps over my fevered skin. “Then, when you are standing utterly bare before me… I will touch you.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” he murmured. “There will not be a part of you I will not explore.” He nuzzled the hollow of my throat. He was so warm, so perfect. “You especially liked it when I kissed you here.” He brushed his lips just under my jawline.
I gasped, a warmth pooled in my stomach. Hunger ignited in me—a longing for him to seek my most sensitive spots.
He kissed me there again, speaking against my skin. “I will touch you and your breasts shall become peaked.” He stroked the side of my bra. “I will touch you and your body will become flushed… that steady pulsing will start between your legs… the wetness pooling out of you beyond your control… and then…”
I sucked in a breath, my heart already pounding, my skin overheated, either from the alcohol or his words, or some heady combination of both. All I knew was I didn’t want him to stop.
“Then what?”
“Then, when you are slick and wet, when I have you hot and raging and you can’t stand another moment of not having me inside you… only then will I take you. I will take you so thoroughly.”
My body was on fire. I was burning at his words. At the mere thought of what he might do to me.
His breath grazed beneath my jawline, scrambling everything in my head.
I spread my legs. “I’m naked under my skirts.”
He pulled back to look at me, his eyes molten, and pressed harder against me. “Is that what you want me to do? Make love to you without even a first kiss?”
“I… I want…” My body thundered for him. For the way he was shoved against me, for the way every part of me pulsed with need. Let him take me. Let him take all of me. I’d give it willingly.
Someone knocked at the door. “Your Majesty? I have your supper.”
Roisin.
Dagda didn’t move, watching me with that inviting gaze.
I could tell her to go away. To come back later.
But the sound of Roisin’s voice was like a bucket of cold water, reminding my drunken self why my sober self rejected the man thrust up against me.
“You should go.”
His gaze guttered, and he rose, stumbling back. He pressed a palm against the wall, his head tipped to his chest.
I breathed. With his warmth no longer distracting me, my brain cleared the tiniest bit.
“Just a… moment…” I called through the door to Roisin. Something niggled in the rear of my mind. Something I should say to him. “Dagda…”
He didn’t move, his hand on the latch. I fought my way into a sitting position, using the bedpost as a support.
Tell him.The cry seemed to come from the bedpost, the armoire full of dresses, my crown Macha had laid onto the far table.Tell him all of it.
Ishouldtell him. But Dagda had proclaimed what mattered most to him. And if I told him… if I told him I would cause his precious kingdom’s downfall...
I struggled to finish the thought. His form swayed, and he ran a hand through his thick black hair and looked at me like he was waiting for me to beg him to come back.
If I told him I would cause his precious kingdom’s downfall... He… He’d have to make me fall. It was the only way to stop it.
I grew cold.
In my foggy mind I saw a vague picture of him drawing the sword at his waist, chopping off my head right there, in this bedroom. Or ripping out my heart. Or even taking the disc from my arm and letting me make a meager effort at defending myself before his scorching fire monster destroyed my griffin.
