Page 90 of A Clash of Stars

It was infuriating that this man, who was now my husband, still felt the need to keep his shield up, hiding from me.

What was he hiding?

Why couldn’t he share his feelings with me?

I stopped my racing thoughts to divert them to what I was actually doing. I knew it was my desire to continue this exploit with Evander.

When I finally unclasped the bralette and started to pull down the straps, I made sure to watch Evander because I needed to know that this feeling and desire wasn’t just one-sided. Once the bralette hit the floor, I traced his eyes watching me, and they had faint flickers of purple in them, just like mine. I felt the burn of his stare on my body, and a fire started inside of me. I quickly slid down my cheeky lace underwear and took a step toward him. His eyes opened wider, and he sat up, placing his hands on either side of him.

I leaned my shoulder on the door frame, completely exposed. His eyes studied my body, and when his gaze lowered, I turned around just as he did to me this morning and took a few steps into the bathroom with my hand gripping the door, ready to close it.

I felt a giggle leave me, and I rolled my eyes at myself, thinking just how clever I was. When I turned to say something, I was shocked to see Evander standing in the doorway rather than on the bed he was just sitting on.

My breathing picked up, and I could see Evander’s shoulders moving the same as mine. We were both breathless and aching for one another. I reached out my power to him again, and this time he let me in.

I felt what he felt.

Desire.

Completelyrawand unfiltered desire.

“I think you’ve seen enough of me today,” I whispered.

He moved quickly toward me, grabbing my hips and placing me on the white marble counter. A shiver hit me as my ass touched the cold countertop, but just as quickly, my eyes diverted back to his.

Between the two of us, it never felt as if we needed to say words or have a conversation about what we wanted, and it was as if we innately knew what the other needed. My fear of rejection was so dominant in my thinking, but Evander made sure to put those thoughts at ease.

“I’ll never see enough of you,” he whispered.

His hands glided along my back, gently pulling me into him.

“I’ll never stop looking.” He nudged his nose into the side of my cheek. His breath closed in around mine, sucking the air out of the room. Both of us were panting softly.

“Everything about you is completely bewitching. Your body is devastating for me because now I see what is truly underneath all of those clothes. If I had it my way, I’d never let you put another piece of clothing on your body again,” he placed a gentle kiss on my neck. My body slowly started turning into an inferno.

I could feel my body reacting to him. My back arched closer to him, and I could feel the length of him pushing into the apex of my thighs. A moan escaped me, and I felt Evander pull back from my neck to look into my eyes.

“I’ll always want you.” Then he pressed his mouth into mine. A hunger I had never known before emerged and took over me.

Our bodies became frenzied, both longing for each other. We had been teasing each other for what felt like a lifetime. I wanted him. He wanted me. We felt like magic in that bathroom. Our hands were frantically looking for skin, grabbing, and pulling each other into a close embrace as we longed for one another.

Just like clockwork, a knock.

We both groaned into each other’s mouths, not wanting this moment to end. Evander called out, “Yes? What in the great lands do you want?” The aggravation pulsated off of him as he stared at me, awaiting a response from this mysterious knock.

A distant male voice pushed through the room, “Your Highness, we must leave in ten minutes.” My eyes rolled when I realized that this heated mess I was in would torture me for the rest of the day.

He answered back, “We’ll be ready.”

Ev’s eyes turned to mine, and the heated glow still radiated from them. I knew that this wasn’t over. He leaned into me, “Let’s play a game, shall we?”

My eyes locked onto his as I felt his hand gliding down my back to my hip. “How quiet can you be? All of our guards are outside of our room, and they can hear everything we do or say.” His head dipped towards mine again, and he placed the softest kiss on my lips.

He moved his hand to the most vulnerable part of me and slowly pushed a singular finger inside me. A quiet moan escaped me, and his other hand covered my mouth. He shook his head at me, and I felt the powerful scratch at the back of my neck.

Be quiet, darling.

My eyes pleaded for him to continue, so he did. He removed his hand from my face and nestled his head in my neck, laying gentle kisses on the most sensitive spots on my skin that sent chills over my body. I felt the heat building inside ofme. The push and pull of him was like a drug to me. When he pulled away, I longed for him once again.

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