Page 155 of The Throne's Undoing

Tugging his head down to hers, she whispered against his lips, "I am no one's." And though she said the words aloud, they felt like they were a lie, at least in part.

A laugh escaped Graeson's lips, and it made Kallie's stomach flip, heat rising through her body.

"Right now, Kalisandre, you are mine."

"Oh?" Kallie mumbled. She tried to hide the smirk twitching at her lips, but she knew she had failed when his attention immediately flicked to it.

Graeson brushed his knuckles down the side of her neck and over her collarbone. As his fingers skimmed over the tops of her breasts, a trail of goosebumps followed in his wake.

Kallie pressed her head against the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut. As he palmed her breast, she had the passing thought that maybe being his, at least for tonight, wouldn't be so bad.

Then, his hand disappeared, and she had to swallow her protest.

He tipped her chin up. "Look at me, Kalisandre."

Her eyes snapped open at his command, and a devilish smile crept across his face. He ran a finger over her already swollen lips.

"By the end of the night, I'll have you begging to be mine, little mouse."

As Graeson looked down at her, his hair falling around his face, a stark contrast to the silver hue of his eyes, Kallie knew he meant it.

Then he sunk lower, his eyes remaining on her as he kissed the top of her breast. He tugged the silk dress down, freeing her. When his mouth wrapped around her hard nipple, her eyes almost fluttered shut. Somehow, however, she managed to keep them open, as if there was a magnetic pull forcing her to hold his gaze.

Heat blossomed in her core, and she dug her fingers into the pillow behind her head. She shifted, the heat becoming too much as his teeth scrapedagainst her sensitive skin.

Graeson released her, but his torment wasn't over, far from it. He gently blew on her wet skin, the cool air causing her to gasp and squirm as it tickled her breast.

"Tell me what you want, Kal," he whispered. "Command me."

Her heart raced as she peered down at him, her mind spinning. Not only did Kallie not wish to use her gift, she couldn't, not on him. Not on anyone.

"I can't," she said, her words barely audible.

Raising a brow, he ran his finger down her sternum and over her hips. His finger trailed down her body, and she wished the silk fabric wasn't between them, as thin as it might have been.

"You're more capable than you think, little mouse. Now, tell me," he said, his voice low. "If you could command me, what would you wish me to do?"

He stopped his exploration, his hand wrapping around her hip, patiently waiting for her command. And Kallie knew without a doubt that he would wait forever if she made him.

"Touch me," she pleaded finally.

"Where?"

Kallie groaned, shifting in frustration as his fingers languidly moved over the curve of her hip.

"Show me, Kalisandre," he said, tapping his fingers along her hip bone.

With flushed cheeks, she slowly moved. Her hand landed atop his, and she pushed his hand down, stopping right below her belly. Her dress had risen when he had picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Now, it sat dangerously high on her thigh. Still, the thin fabric was too much.

"Here," she whispered. "Touch me here."

"See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Graeson smiled at her, and an insatiable hunger lit his eyes, sending a delicious shiver running down her spine.

Kallie shook her head shyly, a grin pushing at the corners of her lips.

"I have this theory," he said, trailing a finger across her skin teasingly.

"Oh?" Kallie said, unable to form a coherent sentence.

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