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“I knew it,” he snaps, eyes turning hard and he yanks his hand back just as I finish up with the bandage. “I knew you were going to try to pull away again. You never liked it when I came on too strong.”

Paling, I look down at the tiles. “I don’t like it when you make it sound as if your world revolves around me. I don’t necessarily think it’s healthy.”

“But my world does revolve around you,” he says in a harsh tone. “I’m sorry if it bothers you but that’s the way it is. There’s nothing more important to me than you. Not even me.”

“Oh hell...,” I whine, flooding with emotions and he lets out a low snarl, cupping the back of my neck. My mouth opens up into his with ease and our tongues entwine. Hugging my hips, he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Balthazar

I can’t breathe. This is really happening. Everything I’ve waited for a decade for, it’s finally about to go down. Perspiration forms on my skin and I wipe it off my forehead, thinking that the brown paper bag I used to hyperventilate in as a teen would come in handy now. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, my body so on edge I can barely feel my limbs. I’m turned on to the max, feeling like I’m about to end up in a pile of exploded male hormones.

This is too much. It yanks at my heartstrings, being excruciatingly painful and fuck, I’m going to need her mercy so bad. Storming into my bedroom, I toss Tsarina on the bed and she flops on her stomach. Looking at me through hooded she gasps, “Wait, there’s something you should know...”

“I already know you’re too good for me, you don’t need to tell me that,” I growl. Fuck, there’s no need to rub it in my face. Her body, her mouth, her demeanor...it all screams that she’s so high above me that I should be ashamed for even daring to look at her.

“That’s not what I meant,” she pants but I ignore her, moving to take off her clothes when she clasps my wrists with feminine urgency. “Balthazar, I’ve never been with a man.”

Tensing, I do a double-take, wondering if I heard that right. But her eyes are sincere and I nearly stagger, swallowing each and every ounce of my pride. “You’re untouched.”

Her cheeks blossom. “Completely.”

“How’s that possible?” I ask, knowing that the way she looks, draws attention left and right. And I hate that thought, wishing that I could shoot my fucking scent on her and mark her with it so that other men automatically will know she’s the tsar’s. Someone must’ve tried with her before and there must’ve been a reason to why they didn’t succeed.

“I saved myself for you,” Tsarina whispers as her shimmer. “I always knew I one day would come back and I didn’t want to give another man your place.” She gulps. “I’m your prize. I was always supposed to be your prize.” Her lids lower before she looks up. “Your very own ever after.”

Groaning at how right those words sound, I tear off her clothes then stare at her while my knees go weak and my sanity leaves me. I’m barely aware of that I’ve taken off my own clothes and that Tsarina’s horrified about what she’s seeing.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. You’re slick enough, I can tell,” I say, growling when she gets embarrassed and tries closing her legs. But I’ll be needing them open and spread them once more. “I’m going to fuck you, Beauty,” I slither between my teeth and she gasps. Her eyes meet mine in quiet agreement and it makes my pulse pick up. “Can I?” I ask and she breaks out in goosebumps. “Please.”

“Y...yes,” she stutters and shivers crawl all over my skin. A warm smile plays around her mouth as I lower my face and linger with my mouth over her breast. The heat of my breath makes her nipple swell and she tosses her head back, moaning with eagerness.

“Like roses in the snow,” I whisper, looking at the full globes in awe, “fuck, death itself can’t stop me from worshipping these tits.” I take one into my mouth and she groans, thrashing on the pillow as she threads her fingers through my hair.

Her whole body’s pulsating underneath mine and I trace a hand between her legs, preparing her for what’s to come. She feels good against my hand, so silky that I’m struck by a duty to never let the outside world know what’s between her legs. It needs to be protected and it needs to be cherished.

“You’ve never let anyone see this?” I ask, sliding a finger along her seam. “Not even a little peak?” She shakes her head and my chest floods with warmth. “Nobody’s ever touched you here?”

“Nobody,” she echoes, “but must you stare? It makes me uncomfy...”

“And we can’t have the Tsarina uncomfortable, can we?” I groan before growling, “Not even before her Tsar?”

She nods fervently but cries out when I defy her wishes, by settling between her thighs and putting my face only a couple of inches away from her core. Tsarina pants, as if she’d rather just run, her fists clutching the sheets but I’m determined to admire her.

“Lay still,” I growl when she fidgets too much, “and I’ll reward you.”

Stiffening, she stops moving around and I lick my lips before molding them onto her, lapping at her with my tongue and my center rocks when she jerks against my mouth. She arches and pants and I yank her hips to me, drinking her in and she has a hard time holding up but she needs to learn.

My head swims from the scent of her, from the way she moves and I groan with satisfaction, my whole body vibrating with fulfillment.

“Mmm, the taste of your innocence,” I purr. “You were a good girl for saving it for me.”

“Knew you wouldn’t like it if I d...didn’t.”

True. I would’ve lost my mind and she bursts into tears when I yank her bundle of nerves into my mouth. Her scream makes me go deaf for a second and she tosses her head back, whimpering with abandon. Fisting her hair, I pull her to me for a kiss but she’s too powerless to kiss me back, her mouth unable to do anything but take it.

My hands go to manipulating her breasts and they swell in my palms, heating up and she gets so wet and needy that she nudges me with her whole body. I flood with emotion, thinking about how she ran, how maybe she would’ve escaped if the villagers hadn’t stopped her and a dark laughter swirls out of my chest that makes her twitch.


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