Page 51 of The Time Of Kings

Frustrating my husband had become something of a pastime for me.

Particularly when it meant that most of the time it ended with him simply fucking me wherever he found me. Like I said, him bending me over whatever furniture was closest or simply tearing off my clothes and fucking me against anything he could find. Holy shit, it was hot! Sometimes I found myself making up shit to be pissy about just for the excuse. Of course, Draven wasn’t stupid, as he knew exactly what I was playing at and, well, most of the time…he was more than happy to play too.

But this was not that Draven.

So, when he grasped my hand and pulled me to standing, I knew where this was heading. He made no apologies for leaving early, simply led me out of the hall, ignoring all the whispers and surprised faces that followed us. As clearly, he had one thing on his mind, while mine was in turmoil.

Although when I stumbled on the steps, he decided to take my clumsy feet as a sign that I was struggling here. And his answer to this was to sweep me up into his arms, the many layers of my skirt flowing around him and in no way hindering his efforts in getting me up the stairs quicker. Nor was my slight cry of protest, as he ignored everything but his mission to get me alone.

In fact, it was only the sound of him kicking the door shut behind us that prompted him to speak. This after I flinched in his arms at the aggressive sound echoing around us.

“Be easy now,”he cooed down at me the second he lowered me to the bed. But that was easy for him to say, as the intensity was flowing from him in waves, making me near dizzy.Especially when he pulled back and stood before me so as he could rid himself of his jacket, making me gulp.

I took my opening and quickly scrambled from the bed, making him reach out and grab my hand.

“Where do you think you are going?” he asked, and this time it was said with mirth, as the sight of my discomfort was only adding to his amusement.

“Maybe we should slow down, you barely know me, after all,” I said, thinking to point this fact out, one he obviously didn’t care for, as he tugged me back into his arms.

“Then let’s change that, should we?” he said, dipping his lips to mine once more and I was, as always, powerless to resist.

His lips moulded to mine so perfectly, even without being his Electus, I would have known we were made for one another. The kiss started off like it usually did, but quickly turned hungry as his desire built and quickly fed my own.

The way his grip tightened my dress as he fisted his hands in the material was desperate and needy, as if he was moments from tearing it off me. The way his arms became bands of steel around my frame made me feel safe and secure. And the way his tongue dominated my mouth, as if he were trying to burn the taste of me to every fibre of his being, was like a living, breathing memory.

And as for me…I melted into him like I always did.

I soaked up every second of it like the addict I was. Because like this we could have been anywhere. In any city, in any realm… in any point in time. None of it mattered, not when I was in his arms. My moral compass span wildly out of control.

“Gods, woman, you conquer my wits and render me incapable of acting like a gentleman!” he said, putting his forehead to mine and near panting in his lust. Which was when I said to hell with him getting to know me, doing so by framing his face and telling him,

“Ah screw it, being a gentleman is overrated!” then I kissed him, inwardly grinning to myself when I could feel his shock, allowing me to take control for all of about five seconds. My hands found themselves embedded in his hair before they travelled down to his neck. The guttural moan he let out as my nails raked across his skin told me I was close to making him lose control.

Which was why I was not surprised when he then wrapped his arms around me and walked me backwards until my spine was arched against the bedpost. His hands then found my wrists so he could shackle them before raising them above my head to pin me in place.

The moment, like many others since travelling through the Janus Gate, transported me back through my own time. Back to when I had just discovered what Draven truly was, to the way my insecurities had conjured up a false reason for my being there. I questioned the reason a man like Draven would pickme, someone who didn’t feel worthy of his attention at the time. I had accused him of feeding from my sad little tale of woe and tried to run from him. Tried to push him into letting me go. My temper flared to life and ignited until it ended in me slapping him. But that wasn’t all it had ignited, for just like now, my hands had found themselves shackled above my head as I was held prisoner against his bedframe.

“I fear I will lose my head altogether if you keep touching me like that,” he told me, and I couldn’t help but grin up at him. Something he seemed surprised at. But then again, if he had been expecting a virginal shrinking violet in the bedroom, then he was about to be in for a shock. He must have then seen something in my features as a challenge, as he was soon transferring both my wrists into one hand.

“You are wearing far too much fabric,” he told me, his voice deepening with his mounting arousal. And as for my dress, thiswas something we could certainly agree on. But then, without being free to use his claws or his supernatural powers, it did make me wonder how long it would take him to get me out of this damn thing.

Sophia had been right, talk about uncomfortable.

In fact, I was just going to speak when suddenly he made his first demand of me.

“Turn around.”

I couldn’t help but swallow hard at the commanding tone he used. One that told me easily how close to the edge he was here. However, when I wasn’t quick enough, he used his free hand to grip my chin, tipping my head back, and asked,

“Are you going to be my good girl?”

Well, if I thought I swallowed hard before, now it felt as if I was being made to choke down an ever-lasting gobstopper! He even seemed to take great pleasure in watching the action, and a smirk played at his lips in sight of my struggle.

Of course, when I didn’t deliver my answer quick enough, he raised a sexy dark brow and prompted,

“Well?”

I nodded like an elected mute, which turned his smirk into a full-on grin. One I didn’t witness for long as despite my willingness to turn, he suddenly spun me. Yet even with this, he took enough care that I didn’t just bang into the post face first, making sure to keep me steady. Then I felt him lean in around me, and he was so much bigger than I was that his lips easily made it to my ear.

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