Lord of Embers(The Demon Queen Trials #2)(50)

She bit her lip coquettishly. “What I’ve always done. Tormenting you.

I like the feeling of power I’ve got over you, Orion.” Her dress was unbuttoned to her navel now, and I stood entranced as she opened it further, revealing sheer red underwear.

She let the dress drop to the floor. I swallowed hard as she stepped down off the coffee table, posing before me with a tantalizing bounce of her breasts.

She pulled down one strap of her bra. “Orion, I want you to tell me that I’m your queen. Don’t you think I would make a better ruler than you?”

Her nipple was exposed—pink and hard—and I could no longer think straight. Queen… ? I wanted her mouth wrapped around me.

She pulled down the other strap, and I desperately wanted her to untie me. My cock was now painfully hard.

Between us, the air felt charged with sexual desire. I fed from hers, just as she fed from mine. “I don’t even want you, Rowan. Haven’t I already told you that? I find you tedious.”

Her gaze moved to my crotch, where the evidence of my mendacity was obvious. “Is that so?”

“Why don’t you start by untying me?” I rasped. “And then we will negotiate what I will and will not agree to.”

She stepped between my knees and straddled me, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her bare thighs were wrapped around my waist.

I was going to lose my mind. Perhaps it was already gone. Every muscle in my body was tense, coiled tight.

I exhaled a long, shuddering breath.

She was,

Stay in con trol, Orion .

of course, the same Mortana she’d always been.

Clenching her thighs around mine, she leaned back a little and started unbuttoning my shirt. “So much hate in you, Orion. Don’t you think you would make a terrible king? Don’t you think the world would be better off with you as my subject, seeing to my needs?” She pulled

open the last button and stroked her hand down my chest. “Think about how much you’d truly love to submit to me… ”

“Fuck, no.” Right now, I wanted nothing more than to lie back and let her ride me. I ached to caress her, but for the sake of Ashur, I was denying myself what I wanted.

She unbuttoned my pants, fingers grazing against me.

I gasped, and she gave me a wicked smile. “Liar. I know what you want. I can feel it in the air, you know.” Her fingers brushed against me again, and I gritted my teeth.

I w ill give almost an yth in g if you u se my bod y— She looked down, then gave me a half smile. Leaning forward, she nestled her head into the crook of my neck. Her breasts pressed against my bare chest, and she trailed hot kisses over my skin. She moved her hips against me, and I groaned, no longer able to control myself. “Why don’t you untie me, love?” I murmured. “And I’ll give you what you need.”

She brushed her lips against mine. “I think about you, Orion. Do you know, when I was near death, I thought of you? When the Malleus Daemoniorum nearly killed me, I hungered for you. Because you know,

Orion, for Lilu like us, sex isn’t just sex. It’s life.”

She stood up again, giving me a full view of her sexy body, and tension coiled tight within me.

Sliding her hands into the sides of her underwear, she pulled them down slowly.

She was pure perfection, and my tongue ached to F u ck.

caress every inch of her skin, to lick her between her thighs…

When she straddled me again, I could tell she was as turned on as I was. Her hand slid between her legs, grazing my shaft as she moved it.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and my hips jerked against her.

“Rowan,” I moaned in desperation.

This was

.

agon y

“I think about you when I’m turned on,” she said breathlessly. “I always have.”

It was, I realized, what I’d always wanted to hear, and my breath caught. I was the dead coming to life with electric currents—a painful process, but the only thing that would get my blood pumping once more. I needed to be inside her.

As my lust mingled with hers, I’d been feeding, gaining in strength, in the power of an incubus. The ropes strained against my wrists, and I pulled with all my might, ripping the strands and fibers of the bindings apart. Rowan leapt up, but I captured her in my arms.

I threw her down on my sofa and spread her thighs wide. She had a victorious sort of smile as I pinned her wrists above her head. At last, I slid into her, the pleasure overwhelming. She reached for my hair, threading her fingers into it. This wasn’t just sex though, was it? We were connected. She was a part of me, the music of my life, and I needed her. Flames ignited in my heart.

“Rowan,” I said huskily, “tell me you will never betray me.”

“Orion,” she whispered, “I thought about you when I died.”

The embers in my chest snuffed out. My blood ran cold, and I stopped moving. “What did you just say?”

She touched the side of my face. “I thought about you when I died in the underworld. You know I’m not really here, right?”

I WOKE, my heart slamming against my ribs, and looked around my dark room. Loneliness pierced me, and my body felt cold. I tried to shake off the feeling of horror.

That was a dream though, wasn’t it? She hadn’t died.

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