His Touch
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“This will make your skin even softer, My queen. The King will not be able to resist.” Martha commented. She seemed to be the most chattiest among them.
Lilith watched them wash her skin. He did not want him to be attracted to her. She wished he would resist.
No. She wished he would die.
Lilith drew out a leg when she asked;
“Is consummating a marriage so very important?”
“But of course My Queen! That is what makes the union final.”
Lilith bit her lip. “What if the bride isn't ready for what is to come?”
“I do not think it is in the place of the bride to affirm her state of readiness, My Queen.”
Lilith knew the answer. She did.
She just wanted to hear her say it.
“The King. Doesn't he have…mistresses to soothe those types of needs?” Martha's eyes widened and the other maids gasped. “You mustn't speak of such things, My Queen. Not in this palace.”
Lilith wanted to ask why not. Everybody knew kings had mistresses.
Her father did. And every other King she knew, so why would he be any different?
Lilith was prepared for the night in a cream silk dress that showed too much to be a proper nightgown.
“Why does the neckline go so low? It is quite uncomfortable.”
She wasn't wearing anything underneath. She found that rather embarrassing.
“My Lady, you do not dress for comfort tonight. You won't wear this for long, after all.” She giggled.
When she finished with her hair and touched some oils to her skin, she took a bow and turned to leave.
Lilith stopped her.
“Wait! Where is the robe for this dress?”
“There is no robe, My Queen.”
“I am to appear like this before the King?”
“He will come to you, My Queen.”
Did that make anything better? It did not to her. But again, her opinion has little relevance.
She sat on the very top edge of the bed, her hands on her lap, when she heard her door swing open.
Lilith's eyes snapped to the figure that entered her chamber.
Ezekiel, even in the dimmed light of the chamber, looked devastatingly handsome.
His raven black hair looked wet—from a bath maybe? And he wore a black night cloth that covered his entire body.
Why did she care for such details?
She was about to speak when she realized he hadn't moved an inch from the door. He didn't say anything either. But she knew. She knew he was gazing at her.
EZEKIEL'S POV
His eyes roamed her body hungrily, unashamedly. She was a temptation. A siren.
From the golden curls that hung by a few pins to her slender neck to that dangerously low-cut neckline that gave away the creamy swell of her cleavage. Her slender waist, flared hips on display and those legs…it was all so alluring, he was in agony.
Ezekiel had never been so painfully aroused before.
“I need to speak to you.” She whispered. The room had been so quiet, she could hear her own breathing. It was shallow— ragged.
Just like his own.
She stood and walked to him, her feet making soft, muffled sounds against the carpeted floor. When she was before him, she went on;
“I do not wish to lay with you. Not tonight. Not ever. You can have all the mistresses you choose so long as you do not touch me. That is what I wish to say.”
The look in his eyes changed. It grew harder— more possessive.
He closed the distance between them, his hand suddenly wrapping her waist roughly and drawing her body to him.
The soft flesh of her breasts were firmly pressed to his chest, the warmth of her body, burning his.
She gasped and he almost groaned at the softness of her. Her eyes widened at their proximity and her lips, slightly parted.
He leaned down to her, their mouths centimeter apart and eyes boring into the others. She shivered.
“You belong to me, angel. Do not forget that.” His voice was as rough as his grip. “Every…” His eyes trailed down her body “...inch of you.”
Lilith stopped breathing. Her knees were starting to feel weak again. His body was hard and pressed so firmly against hers, she couldn't think straight. And their lips were so close, just a stretch and they would be—
“I— I don't want you.” She breathed hoarsely.
“You say that, yet your body suggests otherwise.” His grip tightened further.
She could feel the beat of his heart now.
“You feel so soft and willing beneath me, it's torture. Just a taste. A taste, then I will let you be tonight.” His face descended past hers and his lips hovered over her neck.
Her hands were trapped at her sides so she couldn't move.
She didn't bother screaming, or pushing him away. It wouldn't make a difference.
"Y-Your Majesty, what are you doing—"
His warm lips closed over her skin. Heat trailed down her body, past her belly, to her feminine parts. An odd sound left her lips. It sounded odd.
What was this she was feeling?
His lips moved against her neck softly, exploratively, kissing her skin.
Lilith's brain was so muddled all she could do was let out throaty breaths.
She couldn't believe it. He was kissing her so immorally and she was enjoying it.
She was embarrassed— disgusted with herself. How could she relish the touch of a killer? A man who had stripped her of everything.
Lilith whimpered when she felt something wet and hot against her flesh. W-Was he licking her?
Her hand instinctively grabbed his hair and tugged, urging him to continue. She heard him growl and then he sucked on her flesh. It was feral, unhinged and she loved it.
“Ahh…!”
Ezekiel’s body grew tauter, his erection throbbing more painfully at the sound she was making.
“You moan like a wanton” He groaned, continuing to lick her skin.
It was taking everything in him not to rip off that flimsy dress and permanently brand her as his own.
His groin ached at the thought.
She might have hated him, but she also evidently desired him.
Lilith almost groaned in complaint when he pulled away. She felt cold, weak in the knees and strange in certain parts of her body, she didn't like to mention.
Their gazes locked. His hair, dishevelled from her touch.
His eyes were glazed, pupils darker and smothering, chest heaving.
His tongue flicked across his lips.
“Delicious.”
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