Page 113 of A Warrior's Fate

It had been so long since she’d been taken to bed. So long since she’d been able to feel…this. The heat, the need, the want without the nagging of wrongness in the back of her mind. She’d take advantage of what lay between them. What he did to her. Just for this moment. She’d embrace the tension, the pull. Let it drag her deeper and deeper into the chasm it was. She’d worry about the consequences later.

Kai, bless the Goddess, seemed to think the same.

He took one step.

Then another.

Isla’s breath hitched as she moved backward until she collided with the stone wall. The coolness on her exposed back and arms did little to put a damper on the fire torching her skin.

She watched as Kai’s throat bobbed and resisted the urge to lean forward and run her lips over the column of his neck. Where she would make her mark on him. Maybe that was another reason she’d craved this. To make a point to those who would never see. A selfish, stupid point. The alpha was hers—even if he wasn’t.

Kai braced his arms on either side of her head, trapping her in. He felt so much bigger than her like this, and her senses were flooded with all of him there was. She had nowhere to go. No way to escape without touching him.

Kai drew a long, considerate stare up her body, snagging between her breasts, and Isla could see as his mind worked while he devised what to say. What mattered. As if he’d thought about it frequently and didn’t want to bother her with the extraneous details.

“Maybe I wouldn’t take off the dress,” he pondered in a gruff whisper. “Or the diamonds.”

Her insides grew molten as she trailed her eyes over his face, his mouth, but she played it coy. “No?”

“No—waste of time.”

Isla swallowed, and Kai clocked the movement. “So, you’d just have me like this then? Right here.”

Kai shook his head, his mouth twitching up again as he leaned forward a fraction of an inch. “I’d get on my knees first—only for you—and see how ready you were for me. Feel it…taste it. I can already scent it off you.”

Isla squeezed her thighs together, her heart slamming in her chest. The thought of his head buried between her legs. Of feeling his stubble scratching along her skin. Of his hands, his lips, his tongue…

“And then?” She struggled to keep her voice full.

“Then.” Kai leaned closer, and she craned her neck. Baring it to him. “Then after I had you begging me to fuck you, I’d bring you to the window, so you could look out at what’s yours while I take you from behind.”

She couldn’t pay mind to what his words truly alluded to—her, the queen of this kingdom. She was too wrapped in the idea of his fingers digging into her hips, fisted in her hair. Of his breath on the back of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he drove into her. As she tried her hardest not to cry out. Not to let anyone hear what they were doing. Again, again—

“I don’t beg.”

“You would.”

Isla almost whined when he moved closer.

“We wouldn’t go back to the ballroom after that.”

“What about dinner?”

Kai smirked, and she knew where his mind had gone without him saying it.

As he continued, he mimicked that tone she’d used on him oh so long ago. Letting her savor in the words, the images they brought. “I’d want to take my time with you next. Peel off that dress and map every inch of you with my tongue. Then I’d take you again. Slower…deeper. And then again. Harder, against the wall. And then I’d have you ride me.”

Isla felt her core throb with each word, slickness building between her thighs.

Everything ached. Her breasts felt heavy, pebbled, and pained against the fabric of her gown. Her knees were about to give out. Her hips arched forward—dangerously close. Waiting. Wanting. Eager.

Her self-restraint was dwindling.

Even still, she hummed a laugh. But it took nearly everything in her not to whimper. “You really want me on top, huh?”

“I can think of no better view.”

Isla was desperate for any friction, rubbing her legs in a way that gave just the right pressure. But not enough. She wanted more. Needed more.

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