Page 254 of The Throne Seeker
“I knew it,” he rumbled through his ragged breaths, relieved as he leaned his forehead down to hers. “I fucking knew it.”
“Tristan, don’t,” she begged. “Please don’t.”
“I promise you’ll enjoy it,” he breathed, trailing kisses along her collarbone. “You’ll beg for more by the time I’m done. I promise I’ll cherish you. I’ll worship you like I have my whole life. I love you. I’vealwaysloved you, and I’ll never stop loving you.”
He kissed her again.
Push him!she commanded her limbs, but her siren restrained them with its vice grip. It craved all the victims it could get.
And he was such a powerful one.
“Kiss me back, dammit,” he commanded. “That’s an order from your king.”
She gave him a defiant glare as she shook her head, not ready to give in to him. Not ready to admit defeat.
Tristan’s hand rocked against her in a way that set her body squirming.
She couldn’t fight her body any longer. Another small moan escaped her beautiful lips.
His eyes practically rolled out of his head at the sound.
Without another word, he withdrew, grabbing her by her wrists and dragging her to the torn-apart bed. He threw her onto it, feathers flying from the force. She didn’t resist—not as much as she should have.
“Tristan, no,” she begged, shaking her head.
She tried to crawl to the other side, clutching at the sheets as more feathers scattered into the air, but Tristan grabbed her ankles, dragging her back to him.
“I’m not letting you escape me again,” he breathed, his voice like a wild animal. His self-control was gone, vanished without a trace. “I’ll chain you to this bed if I have to.”
Rose looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please don’t do this, Tristan. You are better than this, please. It will kill him.”
“You should’ve thought about that before coming here,” he stated without remorse. “He can come pry you from my cold, dead fingers before I let him take you back.”
It was like he was possessed—all sense of reason gone.
His lips were on hers again, this time more demanding, more feral. His hand skimmed across her throat down to her chest as he slipped into her dress, cupping her bare breast.
Her body arched as she moaned into his mouth.
He sat up and tore his shirt off, exposing his carved chest. Gods, he truly was beautiful.
“Take off your dress,” he ordered.
Rose shook her head, glaring at him, fighting off both him and her siren. “Not in a million years.”
Tristan pinned her down with his powerful thighs, his chest heaving above hers. “Do it, or I’ll rip it off your body.”
She knew he would.
She couldn’t let this happen.
She refused to.
He sighed, getting off the bed to grab his sword.
She took the opportunity to escape the bed, but he still blocked her path to the door.
He faced her with his sword in hand just as her feet hit the stone floor.
