And When That Time Comes….
“He’s quite friendly and spoke really well. I think it was rather nice of him to get me roses from Yvlies.” She smiled when she remembered the man she’d met only a few hours ago. Now, she was more relaxed and the terrible scene she had found herself in a few minutes ago was tossed to the back of her mind.
“I’m throwing this out.”
Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “What?” Her legs took her forward and she dashed towards him and snatched the vase from the table. She held it to her chest. “You…you can’t throw this away. It isn’t nice to throw out a gift. Plus I really like flowers.” She glared at him like he was a thief who had come to steal her favorite toy.
Rafael's hands twitched to snatch the flower away. How dare she receive flowers from another man? His time at the dungeon was the wrong timing.
“Viscount Dean is kind. He might get sad if he finds out you even thought of throwing out the flowers. He likes flowers too and had gone to Yvlies to pluck them.”
He crossed his hands behind his back. How much had he missed in only a day away? He definitely wouldn’t let the thwart into his mansion anymore. He watched her eyes sparkle as she spoke about him. Damnit, she even called him nice and kind. Did she perhaps take a liking to the Viscount? His fingers curled into a fist at the thought.
The Viscount was quite famous amongst women for his good looks and kind words, making him hated amongst men. He had found it a total stupidity of them in the past but experiencing it first hand, he might have the Viscount’s head before morning.
“Aside from his interest in damn flowers. What more did he discuss with you?”
“He also liked drawing just like me and he said he has a really colorful field. The Viscount invited me to his mansion. It would be…” she paused when she felt the air shift.
His jaw clenched. “He invited you to his mansion. He sure has a death wish. I’ll get you better flowers, let’s throw that away.”
He attempted a step closer but she took one of hers backward and hid the vase behind her.
Her cheeks flushed when she felt his eyes skim down her body. His gaze trailed from her chest downward and it was only then that she realized how exposed she was.
She was only in a white chemise that covered almost nothing and in the position that she was, the vase hidden behind her, her chest was forward, and her…her nipples peaked through the fabric.
When she felt his eyes settle on them again, she instantly began to take steps backward but she unfortunately missed her footing.
The vase went up in the air and her body swayed backward. In a blink of an eye, he caught her and lightly pushed her against the wall beside her bedside table while the vase crashed on the floor with a bang.
But it seemed like the vase suddenly became a non-issue as their bodies crashed. Elora’s breath hitched, her hands placed on his chest. Her heart grew wild as she felt the heat of his body on hers. She couldn’t help her eyes from skimming over his rock-hard chest. He was perfectly built. Muscular but not bulky and she wondered….how it would feel to run her hands over his chest.
For a moment their eyes locked and the rest of the world faded. Elora bit the side of her lower lip. His hands around her waist tightened and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Do you keep doing this because you want me to kiss you?” He lifted his fingers and pulled out her lip from between her teeth, his gaze on her lips. “Or perhaps,” he breathed, running his thumb over her lips for a second. “You want me to kiss you.”
“Wh…what. No.” Yes! Her heart and her body screamed yes. “I…I…you said you won’t touch me.” She wanted to pull her gaze off him but it was quite magical because her eyes were stuck on his.
“Trust me, I won’t,” he whispered, his voice low and strained. “Except of course, you want me to. Except when your legs and your womanhood throbs. Except when you’re begging me for a release. And when that time comes…”
Her breath increased. Her legs flattered and her nipples grew harder, straining against her dress
“And?” She gasped when she realized the words had in fact come from her.
Rafael’s lips curled into a cruel sly smile. He tilted his head against her neck, his nose trailing over her neck and then her shoulder. “And when that time comes, I’ll first claim your lips, then I will move over to those perky nipples.”
Her thighs almost gave away and she felt the throb of her womanhood get uncomfortable. She rubbed her thighs together as if to help relieve herself and when it did nothing but only worsen, she stared at him in desperation. What was this she was feeling?
“And then, when your pussy is slick and throbbing so hard, you beg for a release, I’ll start with flicker.”
“Ra…Rafael.” He leaned his forehead on hers. She bit back a moan, their breathing becoming rough and uncontrollable.
“A light flicker at first, Princess…”
He suddenly paused and clamped his eyes shut for a second before releasing her from his hold and stepping backward almost immediately.
“You must stop being such a temptress and go to bed.”