As he gently set it down, he brushed my chest, goosebumps spreading across my skin, and a smirk lifted one corner of his mouth. He kept his gaze on his hand, unnervingly steady as he ghosted down my arm, right to the spot where I held onto the desk with a white-knuckled grip.
I knew what he was doing. He was lingering on every touch, every breath, to distract me.
And it was working.
His hand caged mine, slipping between the wood and my palm. Gently but demanding, Tol uncurled my fingers one at a time and guided me to turn. My back pressed to his front, and even through these ridiculous skirts, his cock jutted against my backside, hard and waiting.
Tolek gathered my hair over one shoulder, ducking his head and trailing his lips across bare skin. “You could be a queen,” he whispered. “You can conquer any world you want, titles be damned. Queen, Empress, Revered…doesn’t matter what they call you, so long as they say it from their knees.”
My breath hitched at the conviction in his voice.
The binding of my corset loosened, a kiss landing at the top of my spine. “And you want help with your dress?” Anotherinch of relief, another kiss down my back. “Whatever my queen wishes.”
And though I was not a queen—would never hold the title—the mix of reverence and antagonism in his tone had my thighs clenching together.
Tolek ripped through the remaining ribbons lacing up my back. “Fucking Spirits,” he groaned as the dress pooled around my feet.
The skirts of that abhorrent thing were sheer; there wasn’t room for layers beneath, so he’d known there had been very little standing in our way. But the top had required an extra, tighter corset beneath the thin fabric, and I’d hidden the details when asking him to tie up the back.
As I stepped out of the dress and turned to face him, his stare could have incinerated every inch of my body. Could have boiled through my Angelblood as he slowly tracked across my skin, up my legs—bare down to the heels I still wore, except for the dagger at my thigh.
That heated intensity traced over the high-cut arch of the lingerie around my hip and the gold lace fabric barely covering between my legs. The tight bodice connected to it hugged my body to the strapless neckline, that same material but accented with the smallest clear gemstones that shimmered in the candlelight.
“How are you real?” Tolek breathed, voice low and rough.
I rolled my eyes. “Cursed by Angels.”
“My own personal gift from the winged bastards,” he said, unable to stop staring.
It was better than being bare before him, hiding enough to drive him wild, accenting my curves and pushing up my breasts.
I was certain this wasn’t what the fae had in mind when they’d placed the lacy item in that dressing chamber, but I mighthave to thank them. Tolek looked ready to fall to his knees before me.
Too bad that wasn’t the game I had in mind.
Tugging the fae tunic over his head and tossing it aside, I ran my hands down the defined planes of his chest. He said I was a gift from the Angels, but Tolek’s body was sculpted by them, every line and muscle perfectly crafted, the scars only adding to the beauty.
I undid the buttons of his pants—so different than the leathers I was used to him wearing—rubbing a palm down his thick length beneath the fabric. Tolek groaned at the touch, stumbling as he kicked off his boots.
I pulled down his pants and sank to the floor. Once he stepped out of them, I gripped him over his undershorts, and he twitched in my hand.
“What are you doing?” he asked a beat later, like his mind was still catching up.
“You said whatever your queen wishes.” I smirked up at him, fingers curling around his waistband.
“But—”
“Please, Tolek.” I dropped the game for a moment. My grip tightened, and his eyes flashed to it, not missing the slightest movement. “I need to feel in control.”
It wasn’t the first time I was on my knees before him, but it was the first time Ineededto be like this.
Tolek nodded, and I tugged his shorts down. He was already hard, the tip gleaming, and even the sight had my core aching for him. I licked my lips, gripping him at the base, my other hand braced on his hip.
Slowly, I licked up his length, swirling my tongue around the crown before repeating that motion.
“Who’s the tease now?” he asked, voice gravelly.
My gaze flashed up to his, holding eye contact as I took him between my lips, only an inch.
