Page 91 of A Clash of Stars

Over and over.

I knew my body was near the brink of an explosion. It didn’t help that he looked like sex on a stick in his black suit and his crown.

Goodness, gracious.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and I’m sure he knew I was building up to an enormous frenzy that had been built up all day.

I want to feel you all over my fingers, Clara.

Ev pulled his head back and placed our foreheads together. I could feel the rising heat leading me to the combustion that awaited me. Evander kissed me fiercely, with a kiss that longed to never stop. I felt my body shudder, and a moan slipped from my mouth into his. The bright colors entangled us, and my legs wrapped around him, pulling him into me further. As I rode out the waves inside me, he removed his fingers and wrapped his mouth around them.

Oh. My. Gods.

I knew my eyes were locked on his, and he could see the shock on my face. A deep growl escaped him, “I’ve been waiting to taste you again.”

A smirk crossed his mouth as he pressed a lingering kiss on my lips.

“Come on, darling, time to go see your parents,” he said, lighter than his last statement. He gripped my ass and pulled me off the counter, leaning in to kiss my already swollen lips.

“Let’s get you dressed,” he spoke pleasantly.

Evander walked away to grab the dress, and I stood alone in the bathroom in pure bliss. He was quite a distraction, and I was happy to oblige him in his needs if what just happened happens every time. He walked back into the room with a smug look on his face.

“Be careful, Clara. Don’t go falling in love with me already,” he spoke as he pulled the dress apart to slide it over my body.

I wouldn’t go “falling in love.” There was no way that would happen. He was just a want for me, a happy diversion.

He helped me pull on the dress and tied the strings in the back for me. I had never had anyone other than my lady’s maids do that for me. He took his time to make sure each was pulled to the right length and tightened correctly around my waist. Once my dress was laced up, he turned me to face the mirror.

Evander grabbed my hair tie and started to pull my hair back into a low ponytail. He secured the tie in my hair and grabbed my crown. When he placed it on my head, he made sure it was fastened. That’s when I noticed the new gems that were added to it. Not only was there pink morganite but amethyst was included.

He placed his hands on my bare shoulders and leaned near my ear to whisper, “Clara of Artesia, not only are you the most beautiful woman in all of the land, and the true heir to the Sefida throne, but you are also entirely… mine.” Kissing me softly and wrapping his hand around my clammy one.

“Let’s put on your shoes and get going. Don’t want to make the in-laws dislike me already.”

He flashed me his signature bad-boy look and we began the journey to my home.

Chapter 27

The ride to my capital city, Elistayre, was uncomfortably quiet because Evander decided to draw in his sketchbook instead of having a conversation with me.

We just had an epic moment together, and now he was silent. Part of me was furious with him for not speaking, but coincidentally I knew exactly what he was doing. He was anxious whether he would admit it or not. Today was a big day for him, and for me, everything had to go perfectly.

My curiosity peaked about halfway into our journey, “Are you ever going to let me see one of your masterpieces?” I quietly asked him.

“Maybe one day, but not now,” he said sternly.

It bothered me so much that he still had his shield up around me. He allowed me small glimpses of what he held inside, but he didn’t give me full access to him. I was determined to break that down, to know what he was hiding from me. Although our marriage was created based on lies and deceit, it didn’t need to continue that way.

“Don’t be mad at me, but I saw some of the drawings in your room. You are very talented.”

He didn’t look up at me as he continued to draw.

He took a deep breath. “Sometimes, I have nightmares. Drawing helps me remember the nightmares and to relieve some stress induced by them.”

“What kind of nightmares?” I questioned him.

He still focused solely on his drawing. Not looking up, I could see him thinking of how to answer this question, which annoyed me to no end because he shouldn’t have to think so hard about what to tell me. He needs to be honest with me.

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