Page 93 of Kings of Desire
‘Before I get to have you? Is that it? You don’t trust me, is that it?’
‘I...I do. I just want to know they’re safe.’
‘I’ll make sure they’re safe no matter what. That’s a promise I make to you.’ With one more step, he closed in the distance between us, making my heart pump so loudly with the sound of my own blood racing through my veins that I was beginning to think he could hear it while trying to evade my chest.
‘I need this now,’ he pushed the robe off of one of my shoulders letting it slowly slip to one side, exposing my collarbone. ‘I may not return to claim my prize’
‘You’re going with them?’ I was more startled than surprised that he was going to join the mission. In a way it made me feel a hundred times safer for them, but on the other hand, it gave me more reasons to be worried. More people to be worried about!
‘If you want something done right, you’d better do it yourself. And this has to be done right!’
‘So, I guess we won’t be seeing each other after this.’
‘You will come searching for me.’ Ugh, that arrogant attitude again.
‘Brax... I won’t, and you know it.’
‘Then you’re smart,’ he spoke pushing the other part of the robe off my shoulder.
‘Untie it,’ he meant the cord that still held the clothing together, and since his wish was my command, the next second the material was a red puddle at my feet.
It felt surreal as his lips weren’t searching for mine yet, but instead, the green color of his eyes was analyzing each feature of my face. Almost as if he was drawing a mental picture, immortalizing this moment. Maybe that’s what he does with each conquest he crosses off his list, thoroughly scans them so that he can keep them all stored up in a place where no one else but him can reach.
‘Where is the bedroom?’ He asked in a heavy voice, looking behind me like he was trying to guess the right door.
‘Here,’ I turned to walk in front of him, leading him to a corridor, and then towards the bedroom. ‘ It will be ok. Won’t it? Everyone will be ok. Right?’ The worry that was consuming me from within forced me to ask.
‘They will be here as I promised.’
‘I was asking about everyone, Brax,’ I spoke, stopping in front of the bed and trying to lead my eyes to find answers while gazing within his.
‘You will probably hate me by the time I walk out this door. Soeveryonewon’t be of your concern. And that’s ok... You hating me. It’s not love I am searching for.’
‘Then what are you searching for?’
‘Satisfaction. Physical pleasure.’
‘You can find that every day of the week with much less trouble. Maybe you should search for the truth. Because I’m beginning to think that you’re lying to yourself.
‘Maybeyoushould search for the truth, because I’m beginning to think it is you who is lying to yourself, Bea.’
Was I? Probably fooling myself so I can cope with what needed to be done, creating a false illusion of what things could be, just so that I won’t see them for what they really were.
‘You’re right. Maybe I am,’ the bitterness in my voice didn’t remain unnoticed, still, his hand raised to find my neckline, tracing a fine path from under my ear to the strap of my nightdress.
I think I stopped breathing, prisoner to this feeling, so different from anything I ever experienced before.
His lips soon followed in the path of his hand while his tongue pressed against every inch of my skin impossibly slow. In a way, I wished things would have stayed that way, wasting all the time on the clock before he got to leave. But that was just the mad part of me, the masochist side that was determined to torture my soul to its greatest extent.
A gasp could not be contained as I felt his hand clutch impossibly tightly on one of my breasts, tugging the dress aside to search for the primordial flesh-on-flesh sensation. Without even having a second to think about it, my body seemed to follow some self-defense mechanism and tried to set even the slightest distance between us, but with his palm still grasping on the location, I only managed to force him to tighten the grip, hurting myself.
‘Bea... All sorts of shits have been happening to me today, so I will need you to behave so things won’t get out of control. Ok?’
‘Ok,’ I nodded out of fear, as the pressure he held on my breast reduced, and his thumb began slowly moving, skimming my hardened tip.
‘Good,’ his lips descended to attend the round shape he just mistreated, lustfully moving his mouth on its entire surface and making sure he was to nibble on my tip until that place between my thighs tighten as if about to explode, getting my legs to press together in the most useless attempt to subdue the craving that had begun controlling me.
And the dress slipped lower, abandoning my body and cradling at my feet as his hands and lips were so focused on my chest that I felt I was going to melt alongside it. Then his mouth slid lower, reaching for the side of my ribcage, gliding as it brought upon me an unthinkable sensation of arousing darts, tingling, and at the same time leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. How could I remain still when my body wasn’t obeying me any longer?
