Page 89 of Legacy of the Heirs
“What makes you say that?” he asked, sensing the frown in her voice.
“It was odd that you so suddenly found yourself wanting… more.” She gasped when his hand gripped her wrist, spinning her to face him. Yet when she turned, she watched his back as he guided her away from the loud music and laughter. Elisara did not question Kazaar but followed him through a maze of dimly lit corridors. She stumbled when he stopped and pulled her into an alcove. Elisara bit her lip to keep from smiling at the memory.
Their positions were almost identical. Her back was against the wall with Kazaar’s hands on either side of her head. The short distance between their bodies crackled with tension.
“My wanting you was notsudden, Elisara,” he murmured, staring deep into her eyes. “My want for you, my desire—my need—has been in every part of my body and soul since I laid eyes on you.” His hand moved from the wall to trail down her neck, his finger slipping beneath the chains to stroke the moon on her collarbone. “I have known long before this celestial tie that you would be mine one day. It took every part of me to withdraw from you after I saw the hatred you had for me and after I understood my part in the pain you endured.” He grazed her breast, trailing his hand to her hip. She swallowed as his grip tightened. Kazaar inched closer, resting his other forearm against the wall. “I do not need a mark to tell me I want you; I do not need our powers to intertwine to know I want you. I do not need to hear the inner workings of your mind to know howdeeplyI want you.” He caught her handand moved it to his chest, and Elisara gasped. “I need only what beats in my chest, for you and you alone, to know that I. Want. You.”
Elisara did not wait a second longer to crash her lips to his. The taste of alcohol from her lips vanished with the taste of him, of fire, of desperate need. The distant music faded as he teased her with his tongue. Kazaar was darkness and desire, and Elisara did not wish to extinguish it with light; she wished to be consumed by it, to fall into it with him and only him. To dance in the darkness, a world made just for them. She groaned when he nipped her lip and gripped the back of her thighs, lifting her in one fluid motion. She felt how much he wanted this by the strain of his trousers pressing against her. As though he were an animal that could not be caged from her any longer, Kazaar emitted a low growl as his hand found the golden garter.
“Were you planning for this, angel?” he asked, planting rough kisses against her neck. She tried to keep from grinding against him. “Were you hoping you would find yourself in an alcove again with me?” He bit her collarbone, and she cried out. “Hoping I would beg to have you against this wall?”
Elisara could not stop herself from writhing at his words. She gripped his hair and moved against him, allowing every dark thought she had of them together to run through her mind. Her hands moved between them to reach for the laces on his leathers. She whimpered as her fingers grazed the tip of his length. He buried his head into her neck and gripped her hips, leaving bruises she would find in the morning.
“I told you, angel. You will be surprised at how easily I can make you beg if I care enough to try.” Suddenly, Kazaar pulled back and caught her as she fell back to earth. Her feet hit the tiles. Breathing heavily, he tied his leathers and leaned into her. “Trust me, I care, but I will not have to try hard.”
One moment, Elisara found her footing, and the next, she was stumbling behind Kazaar, her legs weak as she clung to his handand followed him down corridors and up the stairs. Intoxicated on liquor and Kazaar’s lips was a dangerous combination. The world spun as Kazaar turned her, twirling her into the silk bedding.
Moonlight flooded the room and merged with the flames on the walls while music from the hall downstairs drifted through the archway to the terrace. Elisara’s eyes roamed Kazaar’s body as he stripped off his leathers and stood only in undergarments, the bed dipping with his weight. His knee moved between her legs, and she willingly obliged, widening her stance to bring him closer. Elisara’s eyes fluttered closed as his hands trailed her body, gripping the delicate gold chains covering her chest and dress.
“This is far too much clothing,” he murmured, hunger burning in his eyes. The night breeze skated over her skin as he ripped the dress from her chest, the gold chains clinking as they fell to the tiled ground, and left Elisara naked beneath his stare.
“You owe me new gold,” she jested. He gripped her legs and tugged her down towards him.
“You need no gold when you shine as bright as the stars.” Elisara’s mouth dropped at the compliment. No one had ever complimented her in such a way. “I do not expect you to be speechless tonight, angel.” He slid his fingers against her, and Elisara sighed with contentment as she tilted back her head and relinquished all control.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, and they flew open to meet his stare. He pushed his fingers into her. She looked past Kazaar’s hands to his undergarments, desperate for more. His fingers stopped moving. “I said eyes on me.”
“They are on you, but a different part.” She gasped as Kazaar pulled her into his lap, the sound swiftly melting into a moan with only the fabric of his underwear separating them. Elisara’s eyes found the scars of their celestial ties aligned on opposite collarbones.
“Not laughing anymore?” he hummed against her ear. “This was what you wanted, was it not? More?” She straddled him ashe pushed up onto his knees and held her in place, removing his underwear. When he sat back on his heels, Elisara bit her lip as her bare flesh met the length of his. “I said, that is what you wanted. Isn’t it?” he asked. Elisara rested her forehead against his shoulder when he trailed his hands up her sides and squeezed her breasts. She clenched her thighs, but it did nothing to ease the burning tension between her legs while knowing he was so close to giving her what she wanted.
“Yes,” she whimpered, and Kazaar shifted until Elisara was raised slightly above him.
“That sounds close to begging,” he whispered against her lips before kissing her roughly, twisting a hand in her hair. He pulled lightly to tilt back her head and meet her eyes. Light and dark burned in his gaze, and his mesmerised look was the confirmation she needed to know her eyes matched his.
Kazaar lowered Elisara, brushing his tip against her. She did not think she could stay under his control for much longer. “What do you want, Elisara?” he asked, moving just enough to tease her. She tried to hold it in—tried to keep the tiny shred of herself that was her own, the only part she had not given completely to the man who had her soul. But when she stared back at his eyes and the tenderness and desire hidden amongst the threads of the universe, Elisara could wait no longer.
“You,” she demanded. “All of you.” He grinned and traced a thumb over her bottom lip.
“As my queen commands.” Kazaar pushed into her and lowered her hips. Elisara cried out as wisps of shadow and light exploded from the pair in slow motion. It was as though the final pieces of her soul left her and permanently entwined with his. She rested her head against his, losing herself in the sheer ecstasy of being completely and utterly his as Kazaar moved in and out of her. Elisara locked her hands behind his neck and leaned back, forcing him deeper and relishing every inch. Their groans merged with the music floating outside, the tendrils of shadow and light dancingaround them and tying them closer together.
“Fuck,” Elisara cried as Kazaar bit her nipples, gripping her firmly.
“That mouth will be my undoing,” he panted, pushing harder with each thrust. Elisara could no longer hold back the climax rising with every breath and wisp that licked her skin. Kazaar caught her as she fell back into the feeling, catching her mouth at the same time as they groaned in tandem, unravelling in the universe together.
Kazaar lowered Elisara to the bed and lay beside her, breathing in sync with her as the wisps faded into the moonlight. Elisara did not believe it was possible to feel such happiness, but she relished it. Who knew when they would feel like this again?
“You need to sleep; we need to be up early,” he said. Elisara turned her head towards him.
She kissed him, grazing her tongue against his lips. “Do we have to?”
“Do not try to distract me,” he mumbled, and she grinned.
“I am not,” Elisara feigned innocence as she trailed her hand down his abdomen, hoping she could make him forget what they had agreed to do for their kingdom.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Larelle
