ROME
“Then why don’t you touch me?” Rome heard her ask. “Why don’t you make love to me? You always pull away from me.”
He stared surprised by how bold she was with her questions then he noticed she was shaking visibly.
She sounded nothing like her demeanor. Perhaps her emotions were still heightened from the fight she had been in. Adrenaline was known to do more amusing things.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirked. “Come. Let me see your wounds.”
“I’m healing fine, Sire.” She answered running her elbows. “I should go back to my room. Good night, your Majesty.” She said, bowing her head and turning.
He watched her head towards the door, posture straight and strong even though he knew she should be in pain.
“Get over here.”
Without warning, he pulled Elora by the neck, jerking her forcefully to himself, and locked his lips to hers.
Shocked. “I.. mmm..” Her body began to tremble.
Her eyes went wide with shock for a minute, and then she sank into the feeling of his tongue roaming and searching.
He reached out with his right hand and cupped the left cheek of her well-curved ass. He pulled her tighter against him, and with the other hand, he lifted her right leg drawing it across his legs. Elora suddenly found her legs positioned on both sides of his bulging length that she could feel through his pants.
He moved his right hand to the back of her head and forced it down to his. He kissed her harder on the mouth as he pulled her closer. She felt the head of his massive bulge touch the now wet lips of her opening mold through his clothing. She groaned against his mouth. A mixture of fear and pleasure washed through her being.
Rome moved his hand back to her ass and cupping the cheek lifted her and carried her slowly to the bed.
“Sit down.” He ordered pulling her towards his bed.
She seemed so small compared to the sheer size of the bed and he was hit with a vision of her sprawled out naked on the sheets. He cleared his throat, hoping to dislodge the lump his desire had formed in his throat.
He pulled out his emergency medical bag that he always kept on hand in case Noel was away and he had major injuries. She looked expectantly as he pulled out vials.
“Where do you feel the most pain?” He asked without looking at her.
She coughed into her hand. His gaze flickered to her face, he took his eyes off her almost immediately. He could swear he had heard her giggle.
She was nervous. Her heart still thumped in her chest as she reminisced what had just happened.
“I’m not sure you’d want to see it, Your Majesty.”
“And why is that?” He asked turning back to her, his breath catching in his throat when he saw she had dropped the hand holding the scraps of her clothes together.
Claw marks dotted her skin as well as a few burns from the silver but she appeared to be healing well even without medication. But it wasn’t just her scars that had him holding his breath. She was more naked than clothed and sitting on his bed, he couldn’t help but remember the last time she’d been naked before him.
“Oh.” That was all he managed to say when he cleared his head. “Drink this.”
He handed her a vial of a herbal brew they took to speed up their healing, nodding when her wounds seemed to be stitching themselves together.
“Thank you, Sire.” She said when he began to repack his medical bag. “For… everything.”
He nodded turning to look at her.
“I told Skye to stay with your siblings so you can rest easy. No harm will come to them again.” He told her.
“I thank you for taking care of us despite our… circumstances.” She said, managing a weak smile. “I’ll leave you to rest now, Your Majesty. Good night.”
“Stop, Elora.” He heard himself say before he could stop the words. “You’ll be sleeping here tonight. …” His voice was almost cold and thick. “And we’ll fuck.”
Her smile quickly turned into a blush as her heart began to race again. He said that word so easily.
“I need to shower, Sire. I won’t be able…” She asked starting to speak. Rome could see her fingers trembling as she clutched her dress. He forced back his smile.
He nodded his assent, ringing the bell for his wait staff. “You’ll shower here.”
He sat by the fire after pouring himself a finger of whiskey, letting the rich flavors distract him from the temptation that was Elora.
Every time he heard the slap of water against the rim of his bath, it took everything in him not to imagine her soft naked flesh in the tub. He stayed calm, sipping his drink as slowly as he could. He would make her beg.
He was so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard the soft patter of her feet as they neared him. It was only when she had called him that he was made aware that she was done bathing.
“Your Majesty.” She called softly.
He turned just in time to see her drop the robe. His eyes narrowed as he took it all in, just as he drank the last of his whisky.
There she stood before him, a tempting vision of milky soft skin well-rounded with curves that begged to be licked. His eyes roamed her body, trailing down the soft dark curls leading to her sex.
His eyes met hers and they burned both with desire and fear.
Did she think he’d reject her or not want to have his way with her?
Perhaps she wasn’t the only one drunk on the after-effects of their fight. Adrenaline beneath his flesh left him supercharged with unspent energy which now flowed downwards towards his member.
“You asked me why I stayed away from you.” He started walking close enough to her that it would only be the thinnest strip of paper that could come between them. “Cause of the things I imagine doing to you.”
She looked taken aback at his confession but he wasn’t done yet.
“I’ve been trying to keep you away from it. Not anymore.” He growled wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. Elora shuddered in fright and excitement.
“I’m going to fuck you, Elora. I want to fuck you. I’m going to fucking own you.” He said, inching his face closer to her. He breathed against her now, and placed a finger on her lip, drawing a line across the lower lip, and then giving her a quick kiss.
“Tomorrow, you’ll decide if tempting me had been worth it after all.” He bit her lip again, drawing blood slightly, and wiping it with his thumb.
Elora froze, meeting his gaze with blazing golden eyes. The mixture of fear and excitement was almost making her go crazy.
Her fangs and claws had extended. His nose picked up the scent of her desire and something even more potent.
Tonight would be more than just sex. It will be a chance to truly dominate her and he didn’t intend to let anyone else have her. She had successfully woken his desire, now she would face the consequences.