Page 41 of Sold to the Devil
He steps towards me and cups my cheeks, tenderly caressing them with his thumbs. His brows are furrowed and he looks frustrated.
“I thought I made myself clear last night and this morning, but apparently not,” he sighs. “I am yours as you are mine, my love. In private and in public. I want you, Aelys. In every way possible.”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I smile. He leans down and connects his lips with mine in a sweet, passionate kiss. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, his eyes firmly fixed on me.
“I don't understand what I feel, but I know I want you, my angel. I've said this before, I hated the way all eyes were on you at that party. That and your kiss with my brother made me so angry…” He sighs, a hint of regret tinting the brown of his irises.
“I'msorry I slept with that female dog. I was so angry and I couldn't understand why. I wanted to hurt you for hurting me. It's twisted, I know, but I'm twisted myself, so I guess you'll just have to deal with it.” He shrugs innocently and I laugh.
I wrap my arms around his neck and slide my hands into his hair. He hums contentedly, letting his hands trail down to my hips as he pulls me closer.
“I'm sorry I tried to get you to react by kissing your brother. That was a shitty decision too.”
“So I was right, you're still a virgin. You didn't sleep with him.” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to confirm or contradict his beliefs.
“No. And yes, I'm still a virgin,” I shake my head and roll my eyes, amused.
He chuckles and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. He pulls away but grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers again.
“Okay, come on, I'm starving and I know you are too.” He grows.
“I swear I'll ask Tom to teach me how to block telepaths.”
He stops in his tracks and glances at me, clearly annoyed that I mentioned Tom. That's when I remember he doesn't know he's going to teach me how to fight. I smile innocently as he turns towards me and crosses his arms, arching an eyebrow.
“Why would you ask him to teach you anything?”
“He's already going to teach me how to fight, I could ask him to add mental blocking to the list,” I shrug.
“You asked him to be your teacher? Seriously, Aelys?” He sighs, his annoyance turningto anger.
“We weren't on good terms when I asked him, Mattheo. Besides, he knows we're friends and nothing more,” I roll my eyes.
“Right,” he chuckles mockingly.
I walk over to him and cup his cheeks, standing on my tiptoes so I'm at his eye level. He instinctively places his hands back on my waist and pulls me against him as he holds my gaze with his dark eyes.
“I told him we'd never be more than that, and you know what? He already knows. He knows I'm yours, Mattheo.”
His eyes soften and he sighs, lifting the bottom of my shirt slightly to brush his thumbs against the skin of my hips. Goosebumps appear at his touch, and he seems to notice as he smirks.
“I could teach you instead of him, you know?”
I brush a strand of his hair away from his eyes while I think about it.
“Could you both be my teachers?” I propose a compromise, knowing that having several combat techniques under my belt can only be beneficial to me.
“Hm, that's actually not a bad idea,” he tilts his head a little thoughtfully. “Tom fights differently than I do, dual teaching might benefit you and I could keep an eye on you both,” he smirks.
I roll my eyes and gently tug at his hair playfully.
“No need to be jealous, Rigast. Not after your slip-up with that other girl.”
“I told you,” he places a kiss on my left cheek, “I'm sorry,” another kiss on the right cheek. “How many times,” a kiss on the nose, “do I need,” a kiss on the forehead, “to apologize?” He places one last long kiss on my lips.
I smile against his lips and deepen the kiss by sliding my tongue into his mouth. He moans against my lips and squeezes my hips between his fingers. He pulls me closer, pressing his pelvis against my lower abdomen. I moan at the feeling of his hard cock against my body. It's alarming how turned on he always is. But then again, it seems I'm no better because I feel turned on just by his touch or his lips. I feel him smile against my lips before he pulls away, smirking.
“Come on, let’s eat, love. Oh, and I'll help my brother teach you,” he winks at me and intertwines our fingers before dragging me out of the room and towards the main hall.
