Chapter 212: Where The Curtains Draped
Our eyes connected, and my pulse raced. Even as the crowd passed us by, she didn’t seem one bit distracted. I was held within her pinnacle of attention, and I don’t want to be anything less.
I stood in plain sight, where the curtains draped, my back leaning against the wall, and my arms folded. Yet, my entire existence howled at me to close the distance.
I moved a finger back and forth, a signal for her to come to me.
Eloise didn’t hesitate to respond, dropping Snow on the stairs and rising to her feet.
Because of how busy everyone was, no one saw her move. She slipped out easily, using her hand to push the drapes aside.
"What are you doing here, husband? Hiding?" she amused, peering at me through her lashes with loving eyes.
When I didn’t reply, she said. "Playing mute?" She placed a hand on my chest, and her breathing hitched. I was certain she could feel the heat rolling off my body to hers.
"Give me a reason," I mumbled deeply.
"A reason for what?" she asked sweetly.
"To be here."
"You don’t need a reason when you already have one. Me."
She sounded confident, and that was everything I wanted, for her to know there was no other reason. It was only about her. My entire world revolved around her existence.
I leaned off the wall, and I towered over her, yet Eloise held my gaze with warmth mixing in those beautiful orbs.
"Dearest?" she spoke softly.
I smashed my lips against hers. I was swift, devouring the soft flesh like I had been starved the entire time. I was starving. I could never get enough of her.
Whenever I wasn’t close to her, it was like she was slipping through my fingers, and when I’m close, I try to forge that connection again, physically and mentally, we’re destined mates already tethered, but this was my own claim.
By the time I freed her soft lips, Eloise was gasping for breath. I used my thumb against the moist flesh before slipping it into her mouth. Her warm mouth wrapped around my finger was like giving myself a death sentence.
Eloise retreated her mouth, using my hand to caress her face. "Perhaps we should finish this in the bedroom?" she asked in a breathy voice, like she couldn’t still the sensation overtaking her body.
I smirked. "We can continue our adventure, little wife."
"A-Adventure?"
She squeaked quietly when I picked her up, moving us to a side table against the wall.
"Drevon..." she said, frightened as if she could finally read what I had in mind.
"Scared?" I moved my lips to her ear. "If you’d be quiet, then no one will know. They are all busy, having no idea the monarch and Queen are being shameless behind the drapes."
She clenched my shoulder tightly. "B-But you know how loud I can be. Someone could hear."
"Then it’s a good thing to teach you just who those sounds belong to." I moved her closer to my body until there wasn’t an ounce of space between us. "How to make them only for me."
"Drevon..." she murmured. The look in her eyes told me she wanted this adventure, but she was just too nervous to admit it.
"Don’t get all shy on me now. Isn’t this mentioned in one of your books? I believe we haven’t had time to finish it."
Her cheeks burned, and she was so close to turning as red as a tomato. Deliciously cute.
Eloise’s pulse raced when I fisted her skirt. She held me close as I pulled it backwards, letting the bare air touch her exposed thighs.
Her chest rose and fell heavily, and I could hear her heartbeat beating so fast and wild. Goosebumps were taking over her skin, too.
I kissed her neck, mostly at the spot where my mark was. She moaned softly as I caressed her skin like it was the softest thing I had ever touched. Her tension reduced as she was pulled deeper into my allure.
Bracing one hand on her waist, I used the other to free my suffocating cock. Our lips connected as I swallowed Eloise’s moans. I lined myself up at her entrance, shivering from how soaking wet she was for me.
"I’ll be gentle, very," I promised before pushing into her, and she jerked, but I maintained an excruciatingly slow pace until it felt like torture for her.
"Drevon, please," she begged, and I knew what it meant, but I didn’t give it to her.
"W-Why are you so slow?" She panted heavily, trying to decide if she wanted to keep begging me or let her body come apart. Both happened, and she was already smearing my cock with cum.
I growled low, wanting to go feral, but I fought the urge exceeding even my own control.
My thrust was soft and slow, our bodies moving with the flow.
Eloise’s body flinched multiple times as the sparks of pleasure flared like a torch. I hissed when she squeezed around me, and her hand shot to the back of my neck, clutching tightly, head taken back, and her hairpin fell off, allowing her hair to fall like a blanket.
I fisted her skirt, my growing nails tearing into the material, but it was the cushion I needed.
"That’s it, my love," I praised. "You’re doing so good for me."
Eloise tried her hardest not to make a sound, inherently chewing against her bottom lip to the point it bled. I crammed her to my body, using my tongue on the trail of blood. I buried my face in her neck as my release rippled through me.
"Oh!" she rasped, holding me tighter, shaking and already exhausted.
I halted my sluggish thrust, cupping her cheeks and giving her a soft expression.
Eloise was trying to catch her breath, and her eyes morphed into worry. "Drevon?" she voiced like she could sense something was wrong.
"I love you."