Page 28 of The Cerulean Sister
"That is good to hear," he says calmly aloud, over the frenzy of flashing thoughts he cannot hide, me lying in his bed, my hair spread out across the light pillowcase. Snuggling so close on the small mattress, my arm and leg draped across him so I don't fall out.
I pull at the hard clasp of his chest plate to free it and then start on his right shoulder. He sways as I work to remove his armor in silence, his visor fixed on me.
"I almost forgot to tell you. This morning, I found a book on those ruins on the way to the village." I smile and run my fingers over the signet of the three worlds etched into his pauldron before working the fastening.
He grunts to acknowledge me.
"You do remember thegiantfallen monuments?" I tease at his grunting reply.
"Of course."
I can hear the amused smile under his helmet.
"Well, there was a drawing of how it all looked when they were still standing. Temples all around them as well, one for each statue." I pause, making sure he is paying attention and not lost in the memory of what we did there like I was when I first found the information. “It was a sacred place, Commander."
He nods just as I finish, pulling his helmet from his head, placing it on the desk with care, and instantly running his fingers through his hair to brush the longer pieces away from his handsome face. I stand back a little to admire his body as he pulls his dark tunic up and over, exposing his broad chest.
"A place to worship . . . on your knees." I taunt him by taking a step out of my boots, pulling the ties of my dress, and letting it slither down to my feet. "Isn't that fascinating?"
He says nothing, his only movements the clenching of his fists, the force so great that the muscles in his forearms bulge.
My nipples ache against my breastband until I reach behind and unclasp it, letting my breasts fall. I watch his dark gaze roam over me as I step out of my undergarment and get closer to him, reaching for his belts.
But he grabs my wrist in a quick snatch and pulls me against him tightly, his other hand firmly cupping my bare ass. For a moment, I think he is going to press his lips to mine in one of his dizzily hungry kisses, but he stops himself right before our lips touch, the anticipation of what he will do making me wet and needy.
"No more teasing," he warns.
I know he loves when I playfully taunt him, the push and pull we always find ourselves in, but by the smoldering look he is giving me now, it's clear this time he intends to be in complete control.
I bite my lip, trying not to smile.
"Hands and knees, Priestess," he commands.
I sway at the release of my wrist and stare up at him, waiting for him to say more, but he doesn't. He just waits for me, eyes flicking momentarily to his . . .ourbed.
"Yes, Commander," I finally say, loving the way his tone matches the deep authoritative voice he uses to order other commanders.
"I can't be gentle tonight."
I feel breathless at the promise of him not holding back but can't summon any words over my hot, heaving breath. I take a few steps toward the bed, my knees touching the side.
"Not after days of being tortured by the memory of my cum on your lips and not being able to touch you," he continues.
When I look over my shoulder, he is looming behind me, head tilted, his hand lingering at the buckle of his belt like it can't be unfastened until I give him what he wants.
"I said get on your hands . . . and knees . . . Priestess," he says slower.
With a resolved breath, I climb onto the mattress, my breasts swaying a little, and my stomach flutters from the sound of his pleased grumbling hum.
I brace my palms near the top of the mattress, ass arched up in the air toward him. A wave of nervousness fills me at the thought of being so exposed, but the air shifts as he walks behind me and my nerves turn into a hot coil, tightening lower between my thighs. I am panting with need when I hear the sound of his metal buckle being unfastened, my elbows barely able to hold me up from melting into the bed.
Our tether gives me a sense of his movements. He watches me, regarding my exposed, wet pussy as he undresses. I know he won't touch me yet. It's his turn to tease and drive me wild with lust.
"So wet for me already."
His patient, controlled demeanor will be my undoing.
"99—" I fist the sheets to stop myself from begging.
