Page 107 of Hell Fae King
Except it directly conflicted with the promise I’d just made regarding not fucking her.
“You wanted to kill me,” she muttered. “Which… which I get. But you also didn’t seem all that impressed by me either.”
My brow furrowed. “You think I’m not impressed by you?”
She made a sound that resembled a scoff. “Is this the best she can do?” Her voice deepened to an almost comical level as she attempted to impersonate me.
I smirked. “You think that was me being unimpressed?”
Her stormy eyes finally met mine, the fear replaced by an emotion that was much more arousing—anger. “Yes.”
I didn’t hide my resulting smile. “Look at my dick, Camillia. It might be covered by my boxers, but I’m certain you can see howimpressedI am.”
“Attraction is different from being… being, well,impressed,” she said. “I’m naked, so of course you’re reacting to me. But that’s not the same as finding me good enough or worthy enough or whatever it is I need to be for you.”
Okay, I was frowning again. “Camillia, I am constantly in awe of you. Which makes me want to test you.”
A desire that had come out in force while watching her play with her mates.
It had taken physical effort to feign boredom and keep my hands to myself. But I’d been enthralled by her movements, her moans, her fucking arousal.
“All I wanted was to seize control and force you to take my cock,” I confided out loud, aware that my admission didn’t fully make sense with my previous statement. But this female threatened my sanity. “I said those things to placate my urges. The words weren’t meant to belittle your worth or suggest I dislike you, Camillia.”
She stared at me, her forehead crinkling a little.
“I enjoy challenging you,” I added. “I want to push your limits and see how much you can take.”
Although, as I observed her now, I realized how much I’d held back these last few months. And how restraining myself had impacted my needs in the bedroom.
“I’ve been soft with you,” I acknowledged in a low voice, one that barely registered over the pouring water. Primarily because the confession was more for me than for her. “Not exactly soft, but… but not straightforward either. In truth, you’ve been exceptionally difficult to master.” Something that both intrigued me and scared me.
I ran my hand up and down her leg, very aware of her nude state beside me. And equally aware of how close her calves were to my aching cock.
But I was too focused on this conversation to be distracted by her sexy limbs. However, I massaged her tense muscles, my need to exude some sort of self-care controlling my actions.
Meanwhile, reason controlled my mouth.
“I need to be harder on you,” I told her. “Vivaxia isn’t going to give me time to properly train you. I knew that, and yet, I went easy on you. Tried to start at the beginning and explain things. But that’s not how we work, Camillia. Ipush. And you push back.”
It’d been that way since the moment she first arrived. Hell, it’d started before that when she’d challenged my Hellhounds and forced Ajax to hunt her down.
Then she’d captured Melek’s intrigue, ended up in my Warden’s dungeon, and met every fucking challenge along the way.
I reiterated all that now, continuing into what came next.
Her falling into my book, my Commander and my Warden tracking her down, how she ensnared them in her web, the inevitable punishment…
“That was me pushing you and everyone else,” I confided. “I wanted to test your mettle while observing Ajax’s, Azazel’s, and Melek’s reactions. And I’ll admit, that dress was meant to punish me, too. To make me admire what I could never have.” I lifted my hand to brush my thumb along her jaw. “My forbidden fruit.”
She hadn’t said a word since commenting on her worth, giving me freedom to elaborate on my response. To explain to her how worthy I found her to be while also going into my faults and missteps.
It was a lot, our history riddled with life-altering moments and misunderstandings.
But all of it was necessary.
Just as our next steps were paramount. “Vivaxia will attack again, and soon. She’s using her link through you to weave ancient spells through my realm. Which makes it imperative that I teach you how to stop her. And not by redirecting your power to my Source.”
That’d been Camillia’s solution in the paradigm—to shove all the energy back into my realm after dismantling Vivaxia’s spell.
