“I will try,” she promised.
A fleeting smile touched his lips. “Thank you. How many I make amends?”
She hesitated. “Amends for?”
“Hurting you.”
“You did not hurt me.” Why did she say that?
His gazed landed on her throat. “Then for scaring you. For my people harming you.” He pulled his eyes from the arch of her neck with evident reluctance. “Please speak.”
“I do not know the fate of my Queen’s blades. I…I would be grateful to know if they lived or perished.”
“You will have that knowledge, I promise.” The timbre of his voice was rough and thick, but soothing.
“You are staring, Darkan.”
The slightest of hesitation, then he said, “You are beautiful.”
Oh. “As are you,” slipped from her unbidden.
He arched a brow. “I have been called many things, but never beautiful.”
She smiled. “I am glad to have been your first.”
His obsidian eyes darkened if that were even possible. He slowly rose and leaned in to her, giving her enough time to retreat. Her heart beating in trepidation, Saieke angled her head down slightly to meet his ascent. Fear and lust swirled in her blood when his lips met hers, then he stilled. Uncertainty and liquid heat, hot and scalding, rushed through her, leaving her breathless.
A Darkan is kissing me.
Not just any Darkan, but Drac. His eyes pierced hers, swirling with a need she could not identify. She waited for him to continue, and he did nothing. The silky hardness of his lips lured her into a tentative exploration. She softened her lips, opening them slightly.
His taste was evocative. Though he did not respond, it was the most thrilling kiss she had ever had. The soft press of her lips teased his mouth open, and she moaned, overwhelmed by need. Saieke felt a hard pulse of emotion from him that was contained so quickly, she could not decipher it. Smoky threads of chakra coated his skin. She felt the curve of his lips beneath hers, and that was all the warning she got before he plundered.
His mouth moved under hers with raw seductive force. He rose to his full height, lifting her to meet him. Saieke moaned into his mouth as her body pressed flush against his. He cupped her cheeks and her mouth was now under his, being thoroughly ravished. His tongue beckoned and suckled, pooling heat deep inside her core. Everything about him called to the primal instincts buried in her, and she responded greedily to the dominance of his touch.
She wrenched herself from his arms, stumbling as her feet touched the ground. Saieke backed away, stopping when the bed hit the back of her knees. She had never felt such gratification from a kiss before. The ache from it was deep and satisfying, too satisfying.
His eyes ran over her in a predatory manner, caressing over her lips that felt bruised, then over the coverlet that she still had clutched to her. Saieke sputtered when he wrenched the covers from her hands, leaving her naked.
His chakra throbbed violently, and the smoky wisps became darker. Her first impulse was to rush behind the screen and dress herself, but she forced herself to stand still under his perusal and fought the wave of mortification that turned her body pink.
She had had thought to seduce him, and now she stood in front of him in all her naked glory, and he seemed utterly fascinated.
She might not have to do anything at all to lose her purity. But unease flared, for she was also undoubtedly fascinated.
Chapter Seven
Drac had never felt such arousal in all his three hundred years, or such pleasure from looking at a naked body. Darkan women were tall and honed like warriors, lithe and sleek. The princess was all curves. Her breasts were heavy yet firm, her flat stomach flared into hips that were wide and alluring. His gaze roamed from her hips down and paused, then moved to her thighs which were well toned and curved. She was so sensually formed his teeth ached.
Need rode him hard and deep. He could feel her anxiety as she stood facing him, and he could smell her wetness. She smelled sweet. He knew with deep bone certainty her heated arousal on his tongue would taste even better.
He wanted her with a fierceness that was overpowering, but she was the heir and princess to a throne, and must be a virgin. She could not handle anything that he could throw at her, much less a bedding. He wanted her underneath him, seated so deep on his cock she would never forget the feel of him. That was not something he should be contemplating, but he and his beast were in agreement about wanting her.
Take.
The longer he stared, the more she reacted to his proximity. Her eyes sparkled with uncertainty, wickedness and temptation, and his fingertips burned with the need to glide over her skin, down to her slit to test her readiness.
Remember what is at stake if I succumb.