want them back or am I to keep them as a remembrance of your sated revenge?’ In a fluid movement, she pulled off her dress and stood before him naked except for the symbol of his past rage. ‘Will you remove them?’
Devadas stared at her blankly. She wanted to weep with despair until she noticed the fast beating pulse in his neck and the way his gaze didn’t rest on her but at a spot past her. She grabbed his hand and placed it on the chain around her neck. His breathing was laboured as if he’d run a long way.
‘Will you untie it?’ she asked.
His gaze rested on her now, on her hardening nipples. His hand slowly moved downward, tracing the gold chain curving around her breast, allowing his thumb to brush her aching, sensitive tip. He raised his other hand to cup her breast, playing with her gold framed flesh. She grasped his hips, pulling him closer to her so she could feel his growing hardness against her mound. Undulating her hips, she rubbed against him while he pinched and teased her nipples. Her own breathing became laboured as the pinch of his fingers swelled the teasing, insistent need deep within her sex.
‘You can’t leave,’ she murmured. ‘I won’t let you. Not after losing you for all those years.’
He dropped his hands from her breasts, allowing her to embrace him tightly. His arms were motionless at his sides, until with a desperate moan he lifted them to hold her. Burying his face in her neck he kissed her feverishly, while his hands roamed over her back, feeling her, reading her like a blind man wanting to remember her curves and contours.
Finally, he held her face in his hands and kissed her long and hard. The taste of him, the fear that this might be the last time she would ever be in his arms made her desperate. She clung to him, trying to tell him with her mouth and her body that she was his and always would be.
He broke their embrace and staggered away. ‘I can’t,’ he said. ‘I can’t stay.’
‘But why?’ she asked, grabbing his arm to turn him to face her. ‘I don’t understand.’
He did turn then and the look on his face made her want to weep.
‘I’m broken, Lissa. Don’t you see? I came here to hurt you, to make you suffer even though I knew I loved you. That’s not right. When I saw the way Antos treated you, I realised he and I were not so different. We both treated you cruelly. I’m not fit to rule Horvald. If I stay, I’ll only hurt you.’
She searched his face, knowing what she had to say must convince him to stay, but also knowing she must tell him the truth.
‘You’re right. The one thing you did to hurt me was to humiliate me in front of my people. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like being led like a dog.’ Devadas winced and looked away.
‘But I doubt you liked it much ten years ago. You wanted to punish for me for the way I treated you. I understand that. But it’s over now. The past is the past. We don’t have to hold on to it.’
He turned back to her and let his gaze rest on the golden chains. With jerky movements he lifted his hands to her neck to undo the clasp. ‘I have to get this off you. I don’t know what I was thinking.’
She lifted her hands to grasp his, stilling them.
‘I like it. Not all the time, but sometimes the brush of gold at the curve of my breast reminds me of what you do to me, of what we do together. I want that, Devadas. I want to feel you ride me hard, I want you to paddle my ass red, I want to wear your chains, be your slave in bed. But only in bed. Horvald is my life and you are my love. I need both.’
Lissa pressed against him and grasped his hand, moving it to the hot core between her legs. ‘I want you now. I need you now.’ She titled her head up and nibbled on his ear lobe. ‘Please,’ she begged.
With a low growl, Devadas lifted her and placed her on the edge of the table. She opened her legs and reached toward him, fumbling with the ties at his breeches. ‘Now,’ she pleaded.
His cock
Devadas stared at her blankly. She wanted to weep with despair until she noticed the fast beating pulse in his neck and the way his gaze didn’t rest on her but at a spot past her. She grabbed his hand and placed it on the chain around her neck. His breathing was laboured as if he’d run a long way.
‘Will you untie it?’ she asked.
His gaze rested on her now, on her hardening nipples. His hand slowly moved downward, tracing the gold chain curving around her breast, allowing his thumb to brush her aching, sensitive tip. He raised his other hand to cup her breast, playing with her gold framed flesh. She grasped his hips, pulling him closer to her so she could feel his growing hardness against her mound. Undulating her hips, she rubbed against him while he pinched and teased her nipples. Her own breathing became laboured as the pinch of his fingers swelled the teasing, insistent need deep within her sex.
‘You can’t leave,’ she murmured. ‘I won’t let you. Not after losing you for all those years.’
He dropped his hands from her breasts, allowing her to embrace him tightly. His arms were motionless at his sides, until with a desperate moan he lifted them to hold her. Burying his face in her neck he kissed her feverishly, while his hands roamed over her back, feeling her, reading her like a blind man wanting to remember her curves and contours.
Finally, he held her face in his hands and kissed her long and hard. The taste of him, the fear that this might be the last time she would ever be in his arms made her desperate. She clung to him, trying to tell him with her mouth and her body that she was his and always would be.
He broke their embrace and staggered away. ‘I can’t,’ he said. ‘I can’t stay.’
‘But why?’ she asked, grabbing his arm to turn him to face her. ‘I don’t understand.’
He did turn then and the look on his face made her want to weep.
‘I’m broken, Lissa. Don’t you see? I came here to hurt you, to make you suffer even though I knew I loved you. That’s not right. When I saw the way Antos treated you, I realised he and I were not so different. We both treated you cruelly. I’m not fit to rule Horvald. If I stay, I’ll only hurt you.’
She searched his face, knowing what she had to say must convince him to stay, but also knowing she must tell him the truth.
‘You’re right. The one thing you did to hurt me was to humiliate me in front of my people. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like being led like a dog.’ Devadas winced and looked away.
‘But I doubt you liked it much ten years ago. You wanted to punish for me for the way I treated you. I understand that. But it’s over now. The past is the past. We don’t have to hold on to it.’
He turned back to her and let his gaze rest on the golden chains. With jerky movements he lifted his hands to her neck to undo the clasp. ‘I have to get this off you. I don’t know what I was thinking.’
She lifted her hands to grasp his, stilling them.
‘I like it. Not all the time, but sometimes the brush of gold at the curve of my breast reminds me of what you do to me, of what we do together. I want that, Devadas. I want to feel you ride me hard, I want you to paddle my ass red, I want to wear your chains, be your slave in bed. But only in bed. Horvald is my life and you are my love. I need both.’
Lissa pressed against him and grasped his hand, moving it to the hot core between her legs. ‘I want you now. I need you now.’ She titled her head up and nibbled on his ear lobe. ‘Please,’ she begged.
With a low growl, Devadas lifted her and placed her on the edge of the table. She opened her legs and reached toward him, fumbling with the ties at his breeches. ‘Now,’ she pleaded.
His cock
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