Page 105 of A Queen This Fierce and Deadly

“I don’t.”

“If you do, say the word ‘valeo.’” He stretched my arm above my head, wrapping one of the black ribbons around my wrist. I craned my neck, but the headboard was flat. And yet, I could no longer raise that arm. It was as if my wrist was stuck to the mattress above me.

“I don’t understand.”

“They’re enchanted,” Lorian murmured, pressing another kiss below my ear. “You can struggle as much as you like. But you won’t be going anywhere.”

I was so wet, my thighs had dampened. So aroused, I was already trembling. Lorian let out a low laugh.

“Is it any wonder I’m convinced the gods created you just for me?” he breathed, his tone full of wonder.

I frowned at him. “Perhaps the gods createdyoujust forme.”

“They created us for each other.”

“I refuse to give them that much credit,” I muttered as he took my other wrist.

He hummed, pressing kisses along my inner arm, wrapping that black ribbon around my wrist.

When my arms were immobile, he lifted his head. His eyes glowed.

I shifted my legs restlessly, and the smile he gave me dripped with dark promise. “They’re next.”

My body shook as he slowly tied my left ankle, pausing to kiss his way back up my leg, nuzzling at my inner thigh. When he kissed his way down my other leg, I arched, already desperate.

Gods, he made mewant.

A low chuckle, and then that foot was caught too.

Lorian shifted until he stood in front of the bed. And he just looked at me.

I squirmed. “What are you doing?”

The look in his eyes was all dark promise. “Memorizing this sight.” His gaze caressed every inch of me, as hot as his mouth had been on my skin.

“Lorian…”

He crawled onto the bed, hovering over me. When our eyes met, I sucked in an unsteady breath. His pupils were encircled by the tiniest slice of green, his eyes glazed.

“I could tease you for hours…”

“Don’t.”

“Why not?” His voice echoed strangely, and I shivered. The movement seemed to please him, and he dropped his head, lapping at my skin.

I gasped as he found my nipple. “Because I need you inside me.”

“Do you know how many times I dreamed you would say those words to me?” He shifted until I could feel him, hot and heavy and sothick,positioned right at my core.

“How many times?” I whispered.

“Countless. And each time, I loathed myself for it, because you could never be mine.”

Slowly, he began to push into me. I angled my hips, but he placed one hand on my hip, easily holding me in place.

“But you’re mine now.”

Twisting his hips, Lorian pulled back. Then he plunged into me with one long stroke. I gasped, my hands automatically straining with the need to dosomething.

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