Page 64 of The Death King

His face dipped to my cheek, his hands digging into my hair. “Fuck.”

My nails dug deeper and deeper, feeling his length harden just a little more before release. I knew what was coming based on my experience with General Titan, but instead of wanting it to end as quickly as possible, I enjoyed every second of it, embraced every moment of the build, savored the heat.

His final pumps were accompanied by a deep moan, his pace quickened for a short period of time, and then his body jerked in pleasure. His breaths were loud against my ear as his fingers tugged on my hair harder. His head lifted over mine as he slowly ground into me, his eyes heavy with the pleasure that just scorched his body.

This was the moment he was supposed to pull away, but instead, he looked me dead in the eye for several long seconds. His dark eyes wore a constant menace, a shadow that seemed to lurk in the corners like ominous clouds, but right in the center and deep below the surface, I saw a hint of gold. It was impossible to discern if we weren’t close like this, if we weren’t still connected after the intimate throes of passion. “I told you it would be different.”

After he left to take a shower, I crawled under the sheets and fell asleep. I knew I was knocked out because the dreams were constant and vivid, shifting from images of Talon to General Titan.

Then I heard a voice. “A watched pot never boils—I’m sure you’re familiar with the phrase.” It was quiet, almost a whisper, but the depth of Talon’s voice was easily recognizable because it’d just been in my dreams.

My eyes opened, and slowly, the scene came into view.

Talon sat in the armchair by the fire, wearing only his black boxers, and he looked at the other armchair as if someone occupied it. His stare was hard and cold, obviously displeased as his dark eyebrows were furrowed on his forehead. His curled fingers rested against his jawline, the veins taut and about to pop.

His eyes instantly shifted to me, even though all I’d done was open my eyes, but the reaction was so sudden and intense it was as if he’d heard a noise, a lamp crashing off the nightstand or something more abrupt. He still looked displeased, even more so.

I sat up and felt the sheet slip away. “Were you talking to yourself?” My voice came out hoarse and raspy, and I glanced out the window covered with curtains to discern the time even though it couldn’t be determined by the stark black that came through the opening in the middle.

He continued his irritated stare.

I waited for an answer even though he never answered my questions. “Come to bed.” I saw that the fire had burned low beside him, hungry for another log.

He remained, his elbow propped and his other arm down along the armrest. “I bed my lovers. I don’t sleep with them.”

“So you’re just going to sit there all night?”

“No—just until you leave.”

I looked around the room, seeing my clothing sprinkled around the bed where they’d fallen. “You could have told me that.”

“I expected you to be gone when I got out of the shower, but you were asleep. Thought it would be rude to wake you.”

“I think it’s ruder to sit in that armchair like a statue instead of sleeping beside the woman you just fucked after pursuing her relentlessly for weeks.” I kicked the sheets back and left the bed, turning my back to him as I gathered the dress from the floor. I left the bra and panties because I wouldn’t wear them again. I pulled the dress over my head and looked at the dinner we hadn’t eaten.

His expression didn’t change. “I assumed you wouldn’t want to sleep with me either.”

“You think I’ll fuck you but not lie unconscious beside you?” I asked in disbelief. “Yes, that makes a lot of sense.”

“You’re taking it far too personally.”

“No, you’re just an asshole.” I smoothed out my dress and slipped on the boots I’d worn earlier. Instead of leaving the dinner to go to waste, I grabbed the plate and the utensils to take back to my room.

“At least the precedent is set, and we never need to discuss it again.”

“Precedent?” I asked. “You think this is going to happen again?”

“Judging by the way you’re so offended, you assumed the same thing.”

Not anymore. “Goodnight.” With my plate in hand, I walked to the door.

His footsteps were behind me. “You can stay and eat your dinner.”

“And interrupt your statue time? I’m good.” I moved to the door and turned the knob.

His hand planted against the wood above my head.

After an irritated sigh, I turned back to him. “You wanted me gone, didn’t you?”