I lean in closer. “Don’t for one second think anyone’s pussy could take me away from yours.” I didn’t mean to talk about her sexually, but the way her eyes heat every time I say the word pussy turns me on in a way I’ve never known before. My heart pumps furiously right now, causing me to come dangerously close to doing something I shouldn’t.
She whispers a tiny “Oh,” and my cock hardens.
Our mouths are breath apart, and I want to kiss her like I did when Arthur pronounced us husband and wife. I only meant to give her a quick peck on the mouth, but when my lips touched hers, I couldn’t stop. Her warmth made me hungry for more. She made me want to wrap her in my arms and carry her to my chambers to have my wicked way with her.
I breathe her in. “Tell me you want me to think about your pussy.” I’m playing with fire.
“I… uh.”
I press my hard body against hers. “Tell me, Allison.”
Her eyes flood with desire, I see it there, and I’m sure she sees the same in mine. “I… I… No.”
“It doesn’t matter if you tell me or not, I’ll still be thinking about it. Wanting it. Picturing what it looks like.”
“Why?” she breathes out.
“Because maybe I like to torture myself. Maybe I like to play so close to the fire I remember what the heat feels like right before I get burned.”
She says nothing, just gazes at me as I step away.
“Let’s return to our guests, shall we?”
She swallows. “Yes, please,” she chokes out.
“And never question me again about having a girlfriend. No one could ever hold my interest like you can.”
And that’s not a fucking lie.
After the last guests have left, I watch as Allison slumps down in an armchair in the study. She’s exhausted, and she should be after she charmed the pants off all the guests. Her performance impressed me, but I can’t stop thinking about the way her blood pumped through her veins when I held her close in the alcove. How the artery in her neck pulsed with arousal.
She felt it.
She wanted more.
Playing with fire is a dangerous thing. I can’t have her lose her powers because I can’t keep my dick in my pants. I can’t be the reason we all lose everything because I want to taste her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
She’s so tempting, and it’s going to be a rough night of trying my best not to touch her.
“I know you’re tired, but you can sleep on the way.”
She pops open her eyes. “We’re leaving tonight?”
I nod. “Yes. I’ve already placed your things in my car.”
“Can I change first?”
I nod again. “I’ve left an outfit for you in your room.”
She stands and brushes past me. “Thank you,” she says over her shoulder as she heads upstairs.
“You’re welcome,” I tell her in her head.
“Hey, I’m heading out to meet up with Vlad and Marco,” Simon says, speaking of the team of Viggo’s men he’ll use to spy on Bogdan. He enters the study.
“Let me know the minute you guys hear anything.” I place my hand on Simon’s shoulder. “I mean it, Simon. It’s dangerous and I don’t want anything happening to you.”
“I can take care of myself.” He brushes my hand off his shoulder with a smile. “But I’ll keep you updated.”