Page 70 of Crimson Oath
“I don’t want you under my thumb.” He pulled her hips closer, pressing his erection into the soft juncture of her thighs. “But I do want you under me.”
“If you had me every night, Oleg Sokolov” —she lifted a hand and threaded her fingers through his hair— “you’d quickly tire of me.”
He heated his lips and trailed them along her jaw. “I could never be tired of you.”
“Liar.”
“Can you read my mind now?”
“Maybe.”
He pulled back and stared at her. “I wanted to see you in sunlight with the light in your hair.”
Her blue eyes met his. “That can never happen now.”
“If it was possible, I would build you a world where the day belonged to you.”
“Not even you are that powerful.”
“I would lay waste to an army for you. Conquer an empire.”
“Do you think that would impress me?”
“I don’t know what would impress you.” He frowned. “I really do not.”
She pressed her hand over his chest, where his heart used to beat. “I don’t want the things you care to give me.”
“So what do you want?”
“What do I want?” She slid her hand up and stroked the back of his neck. “What do I want?”
“I want to know.”
“I cannot tell you.” She pulled him closer and pressed her lips against his in a kiss that tasted of a spring morning and smelled of night-blooming jasmine.
Oleg slid his arms around her waist, intoxicated by the delicate kiss.
It was a taste of tenderness when he wanted to gorge himself on her. He wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh. Wanted her fangs to bruise him.
But instead, she teased him with tenderness.
“Oleg,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“Oleg.”
“Oleg!”
His eyes flew open at the sound of the banging on his door.
He had been dreaming. Oleg couldn’t remember the last time he’d dreamed. He could still feel the infuriating delicacy of her kiss.
Throwing his legs over the side of his bed, he walked to the thick oak door that blocked his day chamber from the rest of the castle, pulling on a pair of pants and trying to ignore the raging erection his dream had provoked.
“What do you want?” He threw open the door to see Mika on the other side.
His boyar frowned. “Were you still sleeping?”
