Chapter 120 Chapter 120: The Foreplay

Chapter 120 Chapter 120: The Foreplay

Zadok’s hesitation lasts less than a second.

When I deepen the kiss, his initial shock dissipates, and he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me toward him. Heat radiates from his body, and I feel like I’m about to combust.

God, how I missed him. How I missed being in his arms. How I missed feeling his lips on mine.

Zadok pulls away from me as if struck by a sudden thought.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, his voice low. His eyes roam over my face, searching for the answer.

For a brief moment, I consider his question.

Do I forgive him for lying to me? Am I still mad about it?

Finding out what he did hurt me deeply, but now, after everything I faced since, it just feels like it happened centuries ago.

I’m about to exert myself with my powers to help the kingdom fight the Shades. I might not even come out of it alive.

Do I really want to miss the chance of being with Zadok?

Do I want to poke at old wounds?

“Yes.” The word comes out of my mouth easier than I expected.

With surprise, I realize none of the bitterness that I was feeling toward him exists anymore. All I want is to have this moment. To enjoy the few hours of peace I have with Zadok before chaos finds me again.

Just for tonight, I want to be a normal girl who’s in love. Not the siren hybrid. Not the king’s granddaughter.

I want to be just Hettie, a simple girl from Brammere.

Zadok’s face lights up, and a hint of a smile curls up his lips.

“Do you really mean it?” he insists, hopeful, his grip on my waist tightening.

“I do. But I won’t forgive you if you lie to me again,” I warn, poking his chest with my finger. “Not even if you think it’s for my protection, or whatever noble reason that comes to your head. Do you hear me?”

I crease my brows, putting on a serious face. But when he pulls me against him again, I melt under his touch.

“I promise you I will never lie to you again,” he states firmly. “Not even with a knife to my throat.”

I smirk, tilting my head up to stare into his beautiful dark eyes.

“You’re allowed to lie if you have a knife to your throat,” I joke, fisting his shirt and tugging him toward me again.

My hand snakes to the nape of his neck, and I pull him down, claiming his lips once more.

This time, Zadok doesn’t hesitate. His tongue dances against mine in a way that has my legs going weak.

When one of his hands finds the skin under my shirt, right above the hem of my pants, I shiver.

Not because of the cold, though. The temperature in the cabin seems to have risen immensely in a matter of seconds.

My heart is slamming against my chest, and I need to pull away just an inch to catch my breath.

My eyes meet Zadok’s, and the intensity in his gaze knocks me down. Desire pools at my core, and I’m taken over by an urge to have it handled.

More than that, I want him. Like never before.

All the love I feel for him consumes me as I stare at Zadok.

Slowly, I take a step backward, watching as his face contorts into a confused and disappointed expression.

I bite down on my lips, suppressing the smug smile on my face as I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

Zadok’s eyes darken as he watches me, not daring to make a move. His fists clench beside him, but he still doesn’t do anything.

His gaze pierces my soul as it roams over me, and I ignore the way it makes me wet.

Just by looking at me, Zadok manages to both boost my confidence and fluster me.

“Hettie…” he murmurs as I stride toward him in slow motion, almost like an animal that just caught sight of its prey.

“What? Are you going to make me beg again?” I ask playfully.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispers when I stop in front of him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I tell him, but this time, I let him be the one to end the distance between us.

And he does.

Zadok’s arm wraps around my waist, his lips collapsing against mine. I don’t even notice him backing me to a wall until I feel the cold stone against my heated skin.

His body presses against mine, trapping me. I moan into his lips when my breasts brush against his hard chest. Through the thin lace of my bra, my nipples perk, arousing me even more.

His grip tightens around me as Zadok grinds his bulge against my stomach, enticing me completely.

Blindly, I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere on the floor. I gawk over his sculpted abs, my fingers tracing the muscles until it stops at the hem of his pants.

A grunt escapes his throat, and he leans forward, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my neck. He nibbles at it, then sniffs me as if my scent is some sort of drug he’s addicted to.

“You make me fucking helpless,” he murmurs against my skin, causing shivers to run down to my core.

I chuckle while at the same time grinding my teeth and clenching my legs, annoyed at the aching throb that is starting to bother me.

Zadok seems to notice my gesture because he looks down between us, assessing my pants.

“You should have worn a skirt again,” he teases, starting to unbutton my jeans painfully slowly.

“I hate skirts,” I inform him, my voice hoarse.

He looks up at me and raises his brows. “You didn’t seem to hate it the other night.”

The memory of what he did to me in the middle of the woods that day rushes back to the front of my brain, and I feel my cheeks burn.

He slides the pants down to my ankles, and I step out of them, not daring to move away from him.

“The circumstances were favorable that night,” I reply.

“They are favorable tonight too,” he states, and before I have the chance to say anything else, he kisses me again.

His hands are more rattled this time, grabbing and squeezing me everywhere. Then, with precision and determination, he slides one down my stomach and snakes it under my panties, finding me completely drenched for him.

I gasp with surprise, arching my back against the wall and rolling my eyes as he teases me.

“Shit…” I hiss, leaning my head backward, feeling his fingers working against my clit with ease.

A grunt escapes him when I bulk my hips against his hand, urging him to continue.

“I want you,” I tell him firmly.

And this time, I won’t let him say no.