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Rosalina
Ezryn raises the helm above his head and pulls it down with an aching slowness. My heart thuds against my chest. Somehow, it’s even sexier than if he had completely stripped.
His movements are precise, intentional, as he turns and closes the door. “You may be the queen, but in here, you’re my woman,” he growls. “And I’ll give the commands.”
The rough timbre of his voice shivers through me, and a rush of heat pools between my legs.
I’m struck still by the authority in his steps as he crosses the room to me. He extends a hand, snatching me by the throat. But as always, his touch is soft, fingers providing just enough pressure to make me gasp. “I made this armor. I know every rivet.”
He flicks something at my shoulder, and a plate falls off, shimmering away into my necklace before it hits the floor. Two more flicks and my gauntlets tumble off, dissipating into sparks. He keeps going until I’m wearing only the silk pants and top I was dressed in before.
The dark gaze of his visor rakes over me. “You want me in only my helm? Then undress me.”
I reach toward the latches at his shoulder when his hand lurches out, snatching my wrist.
“No, Petal.” He tips his helm to show he’s obviously looking me up and down. “I need you to do it naked.”
I suck in a breath. Heat curls in me like smoke. I pull my top over my head, freeing my breasts, which bounce with the movement. I wiggle out of my pants, and they form a silken pool at my feet.
“Do your job,” Ezryn growls, but there’s a hungry hitch to his voice.
I obey, never taking my eyes off where his lie behind the helm. He may have made my armor, but I know his as intimately. I have had the honor of dressing the High Prince of Spring, and now I’ll have the pleasure of undressing him.
Though I can’t see his expression, I sense a purely male satisfaction as I carefully remove piece after piece. There’s something subservient about the act, my nakedness, that sends my pulse skittering and begins a thrum between my thighs. Ezryn’s rumbles of anticipation make the space between us feel like too much.
Leaning in, I press my body against the metal of his chest plate as I work the rivets. The bite of cool silver makes me gasp, and I feel my nipples harden against him. Ezryn’s hands have formed fists, and I can only imagine he’s using every piece of his resolve not to touch me. To torture me in this terribly delicious way.
Finally, his armor sits in a neat pile at our feet. Below, he’s dressed in the tight black clothing he always wears beneath the metal. Let’s see how far I can test that iron-strong resolve.
I grip the edges of his shirt and inch it up. With each slight movement, I press myself closer against his body, rubbing the hard shape of him, which protests against his tight pants. The solid contours of his abs and pecs emerge, the thick thatch of black chest hair, and the beautiful lines of clavicle. I pull the shirt off and run my hands over his biceps, reveling in their strength.
Then I slide myself down his body. The peaks of my nipples skim against his skin. The rumble in his chest is so strong, I feel it reverberate through my own body.
“Just doing my job,” I say, blinking innocently up at him. I’m kneeling before him, my thumbs looped into the waistband of his pants.
I pull, and his manhood springs free. Long, thick, and heavily veined, it bobs before my face in an oh-too-tempting way. My mouth waters, and I offer a pouty face up at the expressionless helm looming over me.
“Did I do a good job?” I ask.
He bends down so we’re face-to-face, then caresses my cheek before weaving his fingers through my hair. “Perfect, Petal.” In one swift movement, he snatches me in his arms and throws me over his shoulder like a bag of flour.
Maybe I’d complain, but the view leaves me speechless.
Ezryn tosses me down on the bed, and I’m already scrambling for his skin again. But he pushes on my breastbone, and I allow myself to lie back. The sight of him…completely naked, the strength of his body on full display but his beautiful face covered by the helm... He’s a mystery I get to spend the rest of my life uncovering.
Ezryn’s touch tracks from my ankles up to my thighs. “Every inch of you is perfect. Perfect and mine. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I belong to you.”
His hands rest on my knees. “Open for me, beautiful. Let me see how you ache.”
My cheeks flush as I spread my legs, the act vulnerable and electrifying all at once. Ezryn stills and stares. I wriggle under the intensity of his gaze.
His hand lashes out and steadies my hips. “Don’t move,” he growls. “I’m not done admiring you yet.”
I lick my lips, heat flooding me from head to toe. He wants to watch? Let me give him a show. I trail my hands over my collarbone, then to my breasts. Slowly, I knead the skin and rub the hardened peaks. A little whimper escapes me as I tug harder.
