Page 76 of Empire of Flame and Thorns

“Yes.” I shake my head hard. “No. I mean, yes, but not like that.”

“Oh really? Then what were you doing in there fortwo hours?”

“Planning your demise.”

A laugh escapes his chest before he manages to smother it. But the amusement lingers in his eyes like golden sparkles as he holds my gaze. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

At that, a villainous expression, dripping with challenge, descends on his handsome features. Moving his free hand, he brushes his fingertips over my thigh, right above the knee. A jolt zaps down my spine at the touch.

“So if I were to slide my hand up your thigh and brush my knuckles against your cunt right now, I wouldn’t find it soaking wet?”

My breath catches in my lungs. I know that I should try to deny it, but all I can do is to stare at him while my heart pounds in my chest.

Draven slides his hand higher up my thigh.

A shiver of pleasure courses through me.

He stops, waiting for me to protest. To shove him away. To tell him to stop.

I don’t.

His fingers make lightning dance over my skin as he traces them up along the inside of my thigh. My breathing grows heavier. I drag in shuddering breaths as his hand reaches my pussy.

He keeps his eyes locked on me. Studying me. Searching my face. Waiting for any indication that this is not what I want.

I try to convince myself that I don’t want this. Try to convince myself that I’m repulsed by the thought of Draven’s hands on my body. But I can’t. Because when he’s standing there, looking like that, looking atmelike that, I want nothing more than to feel his hands worship my body. It doesn’t matter that we’re enemies. Because right now, he’s looking at me as if he sees me, the real me, in a way no one ever does.

His knuckles brush against my throbbing clit.

A moan rips from deep within my chest.

Snapping my mouth shut, I throw my head back and rest it against the smooth wooden wall behind me.

Draven keeps his eyes on mine as he twists his hand and instead draws his fingers over my pussy. Another bolt of pleasure shoots through my spine. Curling my hand into a fist, I draw in a deep breath through my nose and try to suppress another moan.

He traces teasing circles around my clit until a whimper slips from my lips. Then he begins rubbing my throbbing clit with his thumb.

Pleasure spikes through me, and light flickers before my eyes.

I drag in shuddering breaths as he expertly plays with my clit.

Tension builds inside me.

Pressing the back of my head harder against the smooth wood, I squirm against the wall as Draven drives me closer and closer to an orgasm.

My heart pounds against my ribcage.

My clit throbs and my pussy aches with need.

I feel like my very nerves are on fire.

Short shallow breaths escape my heaving chest.

He increases the pressure of his fingers and picks up the pace slightly.

Something between a moan and a whimper rips from my lungs. My legs tremble, and I writhe against the wall as the pleasure reaches unbearable levels.

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