Page 106 of Queen of the Crimson Throne

But fuck it. I needed her tonight.

I quickly readied for bed and when I returned to Lennox’s room she was dressed in one of her goddess forsaken nightgowns. This one matched the color of her eyes, it made her skin appear tanner, even in the dead of winter. The silk fabric left little to the imagination. The hem of her nightgown rose to reveal even more of the smooth skin of her perfect, toned thighs as she climbed into bed. If the nightgown had been any shorter I would have gotten a fantastic view of her perfect ass I wanted to sink my teeth into.

I fisted my hand on the dresser, the wood groaning under the pressure as my cock stirred to life in my pants. Staying here with her was a bad fucking idea.

How I’d be able to keep my hands to myself when she was dressed like that—I took a deep breath before I made my way to the bed and crawled in beside her. I laid on my back with my hands fisted at my sides.

“Luka.” I dared to look at her out of the corner of my eye. She was lying on her side, one of her hands propped under her head like a pillow, her golden hair flowing behind her. Her other hand dragged down my bare chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.

I should have kept my shirt on.

“You’re not going to sleep like that all night are you?”

I opened my mouth and quickly shut it, clamping my jaw shut tight. I wanted to touch her, to pull her to me—or settle inbetween her thighs and devour her with my mouth until she was screaming my name. My control was thin right now.Too fucking thin. I doubted I’d be able to stop myself if I started. I wanted her too badly.

“I can leave if you want me to. If I’m making you uncomfortable,” she said softly.

Fuck. “No, it’s—” I stammered. “If I let myself touch you, I might not be able to stop.”

Her breathing hitched and her hand stilled on my chest. She shifted, the warmth of her body closing in on me, her lavender scent invading my senses as she rested her head on my chest, nestling into me.

“When I asked you to stay, I didn’t intend on you staying on your side of the bed. If I wanted that I would have let you go back to your room. I want you to hold me, Luka.”

She hitched her leg over mine, wrapping our legs together as her hand roamed up and down my chest.

“Lennox,” I all but growled.

“I promise I’ll behave. Just—hold me. Please.”

I groaned. “Those words are my undoing, you know that right?”

She shrugged against my chest. “I guessed as much.”

I let out a small laugh. I gave in and wrapped my arms around her, my palms running across the thin fabric of her nightgown covering her back.

She wiggled, her leg tightening around mine, she was practically straddling me now.

“Sleep, Lennox,” I grumbled.

“You’re no fun, Bloodsucker.”

Bloodsucker.How long had it been since she’d called me that? Used that teasing nickname?

Too fucking long.

“Bloodsucker, huh? You haven’t used that term of endearment for a long time.” I stroked her hair with my other hand.

“Is that what you think it is? Bloodsucker is a term of endearment?”

“If it’s not, what is it,Sweetheart?” I placed a kiss on the crown of her head.

“I-I don’t know.” She stammered. “If you don’t like it, I won’t use it again.”

“Well, that’s a first.” Her laugh rumbled against my chest. “No, I like it when you call me Bloodsucker. I missed it.”

“I missed you calling me Sweetheart,” she admitted quietly.

My hand stilled on her back.

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