Page 248 of Cursed Evermore
Wolfe
“The Villain’s Solace”
My mage stood before me with her back pressed to my chest, her naked body slick and divine. Her drenched hair clung to her shoulders, water curling down each strand like ribbons of dark flame.
I'd had her four times in my bed. That still wasn't enough to satisfy my desire for her. So, I brought her here, into my bathing chamber, where I could live out more fantasies.
Unlike the rest of the manor, my chamber was built around a natural spring that cascaded down the stone wall in a gentle waterfall and pooled into a basin carved from black marble.
The curtain of warm water was perfect for bathing and appealed to my love for the outdoors. Tonight, it served another purpose by feeding my obsession with every curve of my mage's body. And my obsession withher.
The Gods had left her here to ruin me. This I was certain of, and I thanked them for it. There was no saving me from her now. Not anymore.
I'd never stood a chance at resisting her.Never. My fate with this woman had been sealed the moment the wraith reported back to me with news of my little thief.
I'd wrongly dismissed the wraith's claim aboutherbeing the thief, yet it turned out the wraith had been completely right. Because this mage stole my heart. The same heart I'd thought long dead.
She'd cracked open the coffin I'd buried it in, and now it beat with the deadliest sin of all: greed. Greed for her.Only her.
Now that I’d claimed her body, I wanted to own everything else, every inch of her—mind, soul, heart, and breath.
Even if the Gods demanded I give her back as penance, I would choose damnation to keep her. Or merely just to taste her again. My sweet little thing didn't know it yet, but she was mine in ways that transcended flesh.
Steam curled through the air from the hot stones surrounding us, blending with the heat from our desire.
I ran my fingers through her hair, loving the feel of the silky strands between my fingers, then I traced my way down to the delicate dip of her waist to glide the washcloth over her skin.
She glanced back at me, her eyes holding mine with quiet fascination.
I brushed her hair over her shoulder to bare her neck and pressed my mouth to the shell of her ear. “Tired yet, mage?”
“No.”
I kissed her shoulder, then her nape, sucking on the sweet skin until I left a mark. “Good. That means I get more time to play with you.”
She lifted her chin, a smile dancing on her lips. I covered them with mine, slipping my arm around her waist so I could kiss her deeper and taste her need for me.
My cock hardened, ready to be inside her again. Ready to own her body again.
I dragged the cloth down her spine slowly, reverently, then followed the path with my lips, tasting the water as it beaded across her skin.
I could hardly believe I'd denied myself her for as long as I had. My restraint had finally broken from the madness of tonight's shitshow.
I was now convinced Dreynthor had a death wish. The fucking bastard had orchestrated the entire charade, announcing a marriage arrangement like I was some pawn to be moved around his chessboard. But he miscalculated.Badly.
I hadn't agreed to shit, and he had no idea he'd just lit the fuse on his own destruction.
That miserable fucker thought he'd put a chain around my neck to control me like a dog, believing I wouldn't embarrass King Paeulyn or his daughter.
The stunned look on Dreynthor's face as he watched me portal out of the room was unforgettable. And he knew I was going after Elariya.
I was so enraged I was barely able to maintain control over my death magic. I'd come close to killing my uncle before, but tonight, I'd treaded a line so thin it was barely visible.
I'd deal with his miserable ass and the repercussions of my actions tomorrow.
I didn't want to think about Dreynthor or any of the other shit tonight. Not while I was with Elariya.
For now, I wanted to escape in my mage, my solace. And I didn't give a fuck about anything else.
