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As if sensing my impending climax, he slips his hand between my legs, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit.
"Come, Thalia. Now."
The sudden contact pushes me over the edge. I shatter into a thousand tiny pieces, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
I gasp for air, trying to regain some semblance of control over my trembling limbs.
He doesn't give me much time to recover. He drags my fingers from between my legs, never breaking eye contact as he licks them clean, groaning as he tastes me.
My core clenches, aftershocks ripping through me.
"Delicious," he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine. "So fucking delicious."
I whimper, pressing my legs together.
Good lord, this man is wicked. So wicked.
I try to wrap my head around everything that's happened since I woke, but it's too much. All I can do is stare at him in awe.
He stares back for a long, silent moment. "What should I do with you now, sweet Thalia?"
"D-do with me?"
"You've trespassed into my home, made yourself comfortable in my bed." His eyes still burn with the same intensity that ignited my body just moments ago. "Came all over my sheets."
"I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. "I didn't know anyone lived here. I'll leave immediately i-if that's what you want." Just saying the words sends a lump into my throat. I don't want to leave. I want to stay right here with him. It's where I'm supposed to be. It's where I'm safe. If he makes me leave, I don't know what will happen to me. The curse…well, true love is supposed to break the curse. If he won't even let me stay, can we really call it love?
"No," he says quickly, his grip on my wrist tightening ever so slightly. "This is my domain, and you'll pay the price for trespassing by giving me what I want."
My heart races at his words, my mind swirling with possibilities. Does he know who I am? Does he want my father's kingdom? Money? My soul?
"What do you want?" I ask, trying to sound braver than I feel.
"Simple," he replies, his gaze unrelenting. "You."
A shiver rips through me at the way he says it, as if he's the big, bad wolf and he intends to gobble me up. I think that might be precisely what he intends. I see the darkness in his gaze—the unholy desire raging unchecked. I think what just happened between us is only a prelude to the things he'll demand of me if I agree.
Is it wrong that I desperately want to know what those things are? If there's darkness in him, then maybe it's in me, too, because even now, I ache. I burn. I want.
He's meant to be mine. My one true love. If I leave now, I'll never find that with anyone else. If I'm lucky, I'll stay a step ahead of my father. But I won't know love. I'll never be complete.
This man is my dream. He's my one shot at happily-ever-after. He's also my chance at ensuring I escape my father's plans for my future. No prince will ever accept damaged goods. If I give myself to Troy, body and soul, I'm free. No prince. No forced marriage. No tower. No more curse ever again.
"Alright," I whisper, my resolve solidifying. "I'm yours."
His dark eyes flare with satisfaction. He leans down, wrapping his arms around me to drag me up against the hard wall of his chest.
"Welcome to my world, Thalia." He claims my lips in a possessive kiss, his tongue demanding entry.
I willingly surrender to him, clinging to his broad shoulders as he groans, pulling me closer. He drinks from my lips, consuming me with his kisses. Reality swirls away, replaced by the taste of him, the feel of him.
As we break apart, I find myself craving more—more of him, more of this newfound passion, more of everything.
"What happens now?" I ask, my mind racing with possibilities.
"You belong to me now, Thalia."
My body responds to his possessive words with a shudder of anticipation.
