Page 120 of Reign of Light
Weston’s low grumble pulls me from my thoughts, and my already pounding heart quickens even more. This time, it’s not with fury, but with fear as what he says and the implications of it register.
“Get back to your room.Now.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The urgency in Weston’s voice is unmistakable. His tone isn’t foreign to me, and it makes my spine stiffen. I don’t question his command and instead keep my expression blank and do what he said. Something tipped him off, making him concerned for my safety. I don’t know what it was. Nothing I heard or saw gave me any pause, but he’s different. This is his duty, his training, his responsibility, and I know he is being even more vigilant than normal after what happened days ago.
Weaving through the hallways, I never slow, and instead speed up just slightly. Weston matches my pace, and I feel a flash of relief when my door comes into sight. My composed facade falls the moment I step through the doorway, and I spin around, the fabric of the large skirt rustling just as the lock slams back into place.
“What’s wro?—”
Weston’s lips crash into mine, cutting my words off and stealing my breath away. His hands wrap around my face, and his thumb pressesinto my chin, gently coaxing my mouth open. I sigh into his kiss, and it’s obvious how wrong I was.
His voice wasn’t filled with urgency out of protection.
It was out of desire.
His tongue dives into my mouth, insistently stroking against mine and a flicker of longing lights inside of me. The last time he kissed me like this was when we stood on the deck of his ship, right before we came home. Too much has happened since then, and I could tell he was being gentle with me after all the abuse my body endured.
Something changed his mind.
That flicker of desire blazes when he turns me around, never breaking the kiss even as he walks me backward until my back hits the wall next to the door. His lips and tongue are demanding, his grip possessive as he presses his body into mine. I fist the uniform at his sides, and tug him closer, encouraging him even more. When he tears his mouth away from mine, I have to gasp for a breath. My chest heaves, pushing against his torso as he presses fierce kisses into my jaw before trailing them down my neck.
“I don’t think I have ever wanted to fuck you more, my queen,” he growls into my skin.
“I doubt that,” I get out between pants. His tongue swirls over a sensitive spot on my neck before he sucks it between his teeth, and I let out a low moan.
The responding chuckle is low and sultry, and I don’t know what to focus on. Between his demanding tongue and lips, the desire in his voice, and the pressure of his hands on my body, pushing me into the wall as firmly as he is gripping me, I’m completely overwhelmed.
“What did I do?” My voice is breathy as my chest rises and falls rapidly, trying to catch up to what he stole with his mouth moments ago.
“Exist.” He lets out a hot sigh against my skin before trailing his lips across my exposed collarbone. “And then showed me that fire the I fell in love with.” I huff out a laugh and my head falls back, exposingmore of my neck to him as he continues licking and sucking the skin down my chest. My back arches slightly, the movement involuntary the closer he gets to my breast, and I feel my hardened nipples rubbing against the tight bodice.
A low rumble from deep in his chest meets my ears as soon as he notices the shift of my body. “I can’t decide if I like it better directed at someone else, or at me. Might have to test it a few more times so I can decide.”
Unrelenting hands slide across the bodice of my dress to the back, and I feel myself tugged away from the wall, just enough to give his hands space. The bodice loosens barely a moment later, the top falling forward and exposing my peaked nipples over the edge. My back presses into the wall once again, as one hand splays across the front of my hip, holding me in place as he nips at the skin on the top of my breast.
“Did you take your pain tonic this morning?” he asks as he straightens to his full height, his eyes scanning mine waiting for an answer.
“Yes.” I don’t look away. I’m being honest, I took it, the same as I have every morning and evening since the incident in the throne room, but I know it’s the exact answer he’s looking for. I know he’s tired of treating me like I’m going to break, but he still doesn’t want me to be in any pain.
His eyes darken as he slowly closes the space between us.
“Good girl.”
The free hand fists in the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging gently to angle my head to his before his lips find mine again. Our tongues dance together as he continues to devour me, as if he never stopped, as if he will cease to exist if he doesn’t consume me.
My skin buzzes with anticipation as the hand on my hip slides up my stomach before wrapping around the top of my dress, and yanking it down further loosening it. Deft fingers find my hardened nipple, and I hum against his tongue, just before he rolls it firmly between his finger and thumb causing heat to pool between my thighs. I moan into his mouth and he breaks away with a low chuckle.
“Shh,” he says against my lips. “Someone will hear you.”
My head feels hazy, and I can barely focus on his words instead of the touch of his hand. His fingers release my nipple, leaving my heavy breasts falling out of the top of my dress, as his hand slides down the front of my dress, his fingers fisting the fabric as he bunches up the skirt.
He seals his lips over mine again, but when his soft command finally registers in my mind, I shake my head and push him away.
“Doesn’t that feel wrong?”
My whole body shudders as his fingers find my skin beneath the hem of my bunched dress. The barest brush of his fingertips up my inner thigh turns my insides molten, making it almost impossible to focus on what I was saying.
