Page 56 of Throne of Ice and Blood
My chest heaves as I glare back at him. But as much as I hate to admit it, he does have a point.
Forcing out a long breath, I try to bank the burning fury inside me. It only partially works. I flex my fingers and then drag in another deep breath.
Draven still doesn’t release me. He keeps pinning my hands to the wall. And his knee remains braced against the wall between my legs as well. Because of how close he’s standing, the position of it makes me almost ride his thigh. The feeling of his body pressed against mine like this makes a surge of burning desire course through me. Which is incredibly frustrating when I’m trying to be angry at the infuriating bastard.
“Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me?” I demand, trying to ignore the fire in my veins.
“I know.” He clenches his jaw for a second, as if he is fighting the same fury and outrage as I am. “But it still doesn’t change the fact that we had to do it. For your own safety.”
“Easy for you to say. When was the last timeyouknelt in front of someone?”
“Over two hundred years ago. When I swore my allegiance to the Icehearts.”
“Exactly. You don’t kneel for anything or anyone, so how could you possibly know how I felt?” Yanking against his grip again, I swallow down a flash of lingering humiliation as Ipress out, “Theylaughedat me. The courtiers in the room, they laughed at me.”
“I know,” he repeats, the words coming out more like a growl. He flexes his hands around my wrists and clenches his jaw again before fixing me with a stare full of deadly promises. “I marked each and every one of their faces, and I swear to you, I will make them all crawl before the week is over.”
My heart flips and my mouth drops open a little. He would actually do that? He would hunt down and humiliate members of this court just because they laughed at me?
“I know you hate me because I made you do that,” he says, his intense eyes still locked on me. “So how is this for revenge?”
I frown in confusion, but before I can reply, he releases my wrists and straightens. My heart slams against my ribs as he just stands there, watching me, for a second.
Then a gasp escapes me when Draven lowers himself to his knees.
“You’re right,” he says, tilting his head back so that he meets my gaze. “I kneel for nothing and no one.” His golden eyes burn like flames, searing right through my soul. “But for you… For you, I would kneel.”
I drag in an unsteady breath. My mind is spinning and my heart is beating like a battle drum in my chest. Draven Ryat, the Shadow of Death, leader of the feared Black Dragon Clan and the Commander of the Dread Legion, is on his knees before me.
“And as for making you lick my boots,” he continues, a sly smile now playing over his lips. “Allow me to settle that score as well.”
My heart skips several beats, and then pounds twice as hard to make up for it, when Draven slides his hands up my legs, pushing the flowing silver skirt of my dress upwards. Lightning crackles through my veins as his hands roam across my bare legs and up towards my hips.
I gasp as he curls his fingers over the top of my panties.
With his eyes still locked firmly on mine, he begins sliding my panties down my thighs.
The feeling of that soft, thin fabric brushing against my heated skin makes a moan build inside my throat. I throw my head back and suck in a shuddering breath. Draven guides my panties down over the thickest part of my thighs. Then he releases them. They slide right down my legs and hit the floor.
Draven takes my ankles in a firm grip and lifts my legs one at a time, making me step out of the discarded garment. The feeling of his commanding hands around my ankles makes another surge of burning desire course through me. Dragging in a deep breath, I tilt my head back down to meet his gaze again.
Still on his knees, he holds my gaze with gleaming eyes for a second. Then he slides his hands back up my left leg. With a firm grip, he lifts my leg and drapes it over his shoulder. My pulse is thrumming in my ears. This close, and with my leg up like this, I can almost feel his warm breath against my now completely exposed pussy.
There is a devilish smile on his mouth when he looks at me as he adjusts his position and then leans forward.
A gasp rips from my throat as he flicks my clit with his tongue.
Throwing my head back, I brace it against the cool ice wall behind me and press my mouth shut to stop a moan from escaping my lips.
Draven draws his tongue along my pussy with a slow luxurious stroke and then swirls it around my clit.
A jolt shoots through my spine, and I squirm against the wall.
While still teasing my clit with his tongue, he slides his hands up to my hips. With a firm grip, he traps me in place as he continues his sweet torture. I suck in a shuddering breath as herolls my clit between his lips before sliding his tongue back down my pussy.
I squirm against the wall again as he teases my entrance with his tongue. He just tightens his grip on my hips, keeping me mercilessly trapped.
Pleasure pulses inside me as he swirls his tongue around my clit again with expert precision. While dragging in desperate breaths, I blindly reach out and slide my hands through Draven’s smooth black hair. Curling my fingers in his silken strands, I grip his hair hard.
