Page 47 of The Demon King's Destiny

Afraid to verbalize a response, Evelyn nodded.

“Good. It is good your magics are strong. I like that your magics are strong. It makes me feel better when I know I cannot be with you in the way I want to be. While I’m out fighting to save Sundari, fighting to make it safe for you, I am comforted by the fact you can defend yourself. Unfortunately, you did not use your powers until he took something from you that belonged to only me.”

Marrok was surprised by this acute bout of jealousy, of his excessive degree of possessiveness. He’d never felt such emotions with Melena, and she had meant the world to him. His mouth was working faster than his brain, yet he couldn’t find any untruth in his words.

“We weren’t supposed to use our magic during training,” Evelyn told him.

“I do not care. If you can keep him from touching you, you will. With whatever force is necessary. Am I making myself clear?”

His tone aggravated her. “It’s not like I wanted him to do it, Marrok.”

“No?” he taunted, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You weren’t in need of attention? Missing your male after I forced us to be apart for an entire month? No part of your body longed for contact with someone who could make you feel?”

Evelyn uncrossed her arms, aghast he’d read her so effortlessly. Did he think her desperate? His accusation, though true, chafed.

“I—I can’t help it! I was excited to see you. I go to sleep every night repeating the same thing, forcing myself not to call for you. This morning, I awoke happy, giddy even, knowing you would come to me tonight. Rejoicing in the fact I could see you. Touch you. I’ll admit I was aroused but it wasn’t because of Jasper. I’ve been that way since the moment you first touched me. So if you want to blame anyone for my hesitation, for my inability to think straight because I’m so desperate for your touch, then blame yourself!”

His black eyes shrunk and bright amber glowed around the edges of his large pupils. This was how he looked each time he kissed her. Evelyn’sbody pulsed in anticipation of his attentions.

Marrok’s eyes roved her shape. Her hardened peaks pushed at the thin material covering the parts he most wanted to see. The alluring scent of her arousal was stronger than it ever had been. His plucky little mate had admitted she longed for him, needed his touch.

“Give me your underwear,” he commanded.

Evelyn’s breath hitched. “What?”

“I’ll extract payment for your indiscretion. Now.”

“You’re serious.”

“Yes.”

At her sides, Evelyn’s fingers clutched the silky sheath she had worn to bed. She hesitated and his lips pressed tight. She’d anticipated some sort of physical communion between them this night. This wasn’t what she’d envisioned.

It was better. It was almost a dare. Yes, he’d demanded it of her, but he’d never take from her anything she wasn’t willing to give him. Evelyn trusted Marrok, trusted him enough to do as he wanted her to do.

Marrok’s eyes blazed when Evelyn reached under her gown and tucked her thumbs into the sides of her under garment. She shimmied the flimsy fabric down, stepping out of the leg holes and bringing herself upright.

Boldly, she’d kept her vision on his face the entire time. Then she promptly threw the underwear at his head.

Lost in her look, he almost missed the lavender silk flying towards his face. He snatched it from the air, his demon chuckling at Evelyn’s impudence.

“Now what?” she goaded, her core heating. She could feel the dampness between her legs, excited by his naughty game.

“Now, tell me you missed me.”

“I missed you.”

Truth, his demon whispered, delighted by her admission. Marrok was pleased, as well. Stowing her silky underwear in his pocket, heconjured a thick blanket and several large pillows, spread out beside them.

“Liedown, Evelyn.”

Evelyn stepped onto the blanket and lowered herself to her knees. His cock flexed knowing he’d experience much from her in that position soon enough.

She shifted to her bottom, trying to keep her lower half covered. Her legs stretched out before her and she held the hem of her gown as low as it could go before sinking back and resting her shoulders and head on one of the large pillows.

Marrok dropped to his knees, beside her legs, rubbing the flesh from her ankle to her knee. Sparks of sensations emitted from her skin everyplace his fingers touched. His hand inched up, just under the nightgown and stopped.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered reverently.

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