Page 43 of Slay Me

Her gaze briefly flicks to her bed, so quickly if I’d been a lesser creature I would have missed it.

“Don’t let me interrupt.”

Liv’s cheeks flush with color. I wonder if I’ve perhaps gone too far this time. Shown too much of my hand. She has to know by now that, despite the power I claim to hold, it is she who controls me.

Instead of kicking my ass out, though, she reaches up and pulls the tie out of her hair. It falls past her shoulders, and she turns away from me, heading toward the bed where she finally faces me again.

I hold my breath as I watch, cock rock hard.

Liv drops her towel, and I suck in a breath. Her naked body is fucking magnificent. Perfect. I want to fall to my knees and weep at her feet, thanking the stars that she exists at all. Her pink nipples are already pebbled, practically begging for my mouth. For my hands to grip them as she rides me.Fuck, this was a bad idea.

Her slender waist makes way for curvy hips and thighs I want wrapped around my head as I bury my face in that sweet fucking pussy.

“I’d planned on a solo performance,” she says as she climbs onto the bed, lying on top of the covers.

She’s unashamed in my presence.

Not at all bothered at the fact that she’s completely bared to me—a dragon. A man feared by all others. I’m unable to speak, to respond, terrified that the words coming out of my mouth will betray far more than I’m willing to give up.

After crossing toward her, I take a seat in a plush chair far enough from the bed that I should be able to catch myself before I do something stupid but close enough that I can see her.

Sense her arousal as it fills the room.

Liv’s hands stroke her nipples, and she spreads her legs, giving me a full view of her wet center. Even from here, I can see how fucking turned on she is. I growl low and deep in my chest, desperation to claim her overwhelming. I can see myself standing, stripping out of my clothes, burying my cock in her tight pussy, and fucking her till she comes.

I can see the way she’d look up at me, eyes wide, kneeling as I pump into her fucking mouth. See her eyes widen as she swallows my release down.

“I need to leave.” I stand quickly, prepared to make a mad dash for the door.

Liv sits up. “No.”

“You have no fucking clue what this is doing to me,” I growl. “It was a mistake.”

She glances down at my crotch and licks her bottom lip. “I had a pretty good idea at dinner and an even better one now.”

“You don’t understand. I cannot touch you, Liv. I will come undone, and I’m unwilling to gamble with that. Not when I stand to lose everything I’ve worked for.”

She considers me for a minute, gaze staying on my face. Then, she gets to her feet and crosses the room toward her dresser. There, she retrieves a crimson scarf and turns to face me. “Let me tie you up.”

The idea is laughable, but the seriousness on her face has me shoving it back down. “You’re serious?”

“Why not?” She crosses the room toward me, still completely naked, which makes it really fucking difficult to not watch her tits sway as she moves. “I want you here.”

Those four words nearly bring me to my knees. Instead of completely collapsing at her feet, though, I simply hold out my wrists.

Liv shakes her head. “Behind your back.”

I turn and hold both arms back. The silk is soft against my wrists, and Liv takes great care not to directly touch the exposed flesh at the cuffs of my shirt. She ties it snugly and then pulls me back toward the chair. After I’ve sat back down on it, she moves away and toward the bed once more.

Now more than ever, I wish I was the type of bastard who would claim her. Who’d say fuck it to the weakness, to the bond, and just claim what I want. But doing so would tie Liv to me—irrevocably. And I know she wants nothing more than to be free.

They all do.

Heart in my throat, I watch as she lies back down on the bed and then reaches into her bedside table where she withdraws a small pink vibrator. Placing it between her legs, she turns it on, and the soft buzzing fills my ears.

She gasps as she touches it to her core.

“That feel good?” I grind out, somehow managing to not bite my tongue off in the process.

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