Kingdom Dark by Erika Dusk

Author:Erika Dusk [Dusk, Erika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781738912742
Publisher: Erika Dusk
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

FOUR

His fingers stilled inside her, his other hand lifting away from her clit to leave it exposed and pulsing. Rosalind’s orgasm swelled, hovered, threatened … and retreated, leaving her gasping for breath, so wet she could feel herself dripping.

Fuck. No … fuck.

She went liquid inside, bones soft. Her head swam. The tears she’d been fighting finally broke free, leaking down her cheeks. Whether from frustration or love or hate, she didn’t know. She would have slid to the granite floor if Tavik hadn’t wrapped an arm behind the small of her back, holding her tightly.

“Rosalind,” he said, staring into her eyes. His voice was different again—still deep and rumbling and angry, but broken through with a new, quiet desperation. “Do you mean that?”

“Mean what?” she asked, dazed.

“That you wished for me? To marry me?”

“Right.” Finding her strength, Rosalind propped herself up on her elbows, bringing them nose-to-nose. He’d pulled his fingers out and was cupping her cunt in his palm, squeezing her like he needed to protect her, like he owned her, like she’d always been his.

But maybe it was the other way around.

She nodded. “Yes. I would have married you.”

The air in the throne room suddenly thickened, the atmosphere around them turning to lead. Rosalind’s stomach tightened like a bow string. Magic. His magic, finally starting to leak from whatever place he kept it confined. Tavik’s dark eyes smoldered, brows knit. The rage had fled from his gaze; now it was astonishment, disbelief, and a kind of vulnerability that left her breathless.

That look stayed for a matter of seconds before icing over, overcome again by resentment and flaring desire. His eyes narrowed. His jaw set tight.

“Turn over,” he said. “Bend over the throne.”

“Tavik …”

“When you come, it’s going to be on my cock.”

Rosalind’s heart somersaulted. “You’re going to—”

“Yes. I’m going to fuck you until you scream, Princess.”

That red-hot wanting in her core, still tensing, still gathering, roared its approval. Rosalind wanted him inside her more than anything she’d ever wanted. And, like last time, his statement had been a request in a demand’s clothes. He was still kneeling there, watching, much like he had done before. Offering her space to refuse him if she needed to, arm relaxing on the small of her back.

Wooden swords. Heroes and villains.

Gods. He was there. The man Tavik could have been if her vile family hadn’t punished him for the crime of being born with magic … he was there. Still alive, still breathing. Struggling to the surface. She’d glimpsed him, just now, when she’d told him the truth of her feelings.

Rosalind swallowed dryness in her throat. She knew he hadn’t gone completely. Maybe this was a way to get him back.

She sat herself up, pushing her forehead against his, savoring the flash of want in his eyes as he looked down at her mouth. “Then fuck me, villain.”

Tavik let off a breath. He tightened his arm around her back, glaring at her, and for a second she thought they were going to kiss—really kiss, this time—but then he released her and leaned back, giving her room to move.

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