Chapter Eight
Alice’s back hit the bed with enough force to send the air rushing from her lungs, and a pleased look formed on her features as Matheus pulled his shirt over his head, revealing an expanse of muscled, pale skin. Letting her gaze roam over his body, she felt it linger a few moments on a set of jagged scars that marred his chest. They were like cracks in the granite that he was carved from.
“You have scars,” she noted, reaching up to trail her fingertips over his skin, feeling each quiver of muscle under her touch. He was unlike anything she had ever seen.
“We aren’t as invincible as we like to tell people we are,” Matheus mumbled, crawling over her with a primal look of lust in his eyes. “My queen, my flower, might I make love to you?” he asked, his fingers wandering around to rest on the zipper of her dress. His eyes sought permission, something she never expected from a man with his power.
Her breath hitched at the feel of his mouth against her ear, and she let her fingers wander up to trail over his chest slowly. She mapped out every flaw, curve, and mark that made him look like the mortals his father had wanted to conquer.
Her mind was distracted quickly, though, when she felt Matheus’ hands wander upwards, resting lightly on the collar around her neck. It was the only thing keeping her from using her abilities. Before she could open her mouth to question his intentions, she heard the soft click of the mechanism releasing.
The collar fell away from her neck and landed on the sheets. She was free, the collar quickly cast aside by her lover and landing on the ground beside them. If she wanted, she could kill the man in front of her and be gone in a matter of moments. She could go home.
She could, but she didn’t want to. There was something stopping her from moving away, something telling her that, despite everything, she belonged right here in Matheus’ arms.
“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to bed an enchantress?” she asked, looking up at the man through her soft lashes. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll steal your soul? Take you down to the depths of the underworld with me?” Matheus’ eyes lit up, his free hand moving up to cup her blushing cheek.
“Not unless you’re afraid I’ll do the same,” he chuckled, pressing their lips lightly together. Satisfied with his answer, Alice pulled back and nodded.
“Then my body is yours, my king,” she breathed, sitting up and feeling a shiver move through her body as her zipper rolled down her back slowly.
Sliding down her shoulder straps, Matheus’ eyes wandered over her body. He was studying her as well, mapping out every inch of her body. To him, she was a puzzle that he needed to put together. To her, he was a book that she needed to study in order to discover what hid between his many pages.
Pale, soft hands wandered across her stomach the moment that he cast aside her dress, his cool thumbs brushing over the perked buds on her ample chest, the full mounds freed from their cloth prison. Trembling at the soft touches, Alice bit her lip and laid back to let him crawl closer, her own fingers trailing over his muscled arms.
“You’re beautiful,” she mumbled, leaning in and pressing hesitant kisses over his shoulders and neck. The action seemed to coax Matheus out of his trance. His eyes lighting up with adoration, he lurched forward and pinned her to the bed, pressing heated, open-mouthed kisses up her neck and shoulders.
“Not as beautiful as you, my queen,” Matheus growled, his tongue trailing over her shoulder. He left a mark on her skin with a wet sound, his hands exploring her beautiful body eagerly.
His hands wandered over every inch of skin he could find, moving lower and lower until the tips dusted over the edge of the lacy panties she had been given by the harem servants. The black lace clung to her freckled skin lightly, hugging her soft curves and leaving Matheus absolutely entranced.
“May I?” Matheus moaned in her ear, peeling down the undergarments and tossing them aside with a flick of his wrist at her nod. Leaning down before she could open her mouth, he let his fangs slide across her pale thighs, leaving Alice gasping in surprise and desire.
Alice’s eyes fluttered with lust when his fingers brushed slowly over her core, rubbing lightly. Arching her hips upwards towards his soft touch, she moaned, pressing her face to his shoulder and groaning as his thumb brushed lightly over her clit, leaving her body shaking.
Green eyes flashed crimson for a moment as Matheus took in her pleasured form. His icy thumb sent bolts of electricity through her with each flick and touch. Her mouth falling open in a gasp, Alice threw back her head and let her hands tangle into his shaggy blonde hair, her hips rolling upwards to coax his hips downwards.
Eager to obey her body’s orders, Matheus let his hips grind forward. The cloth of his breeches left her squirming at their roughness. In comparison to his soft, icy skin, the rough fabric sent new jolts of pleasure shooting through her body in waves. Her toes curling lightly at the sensation, Alice threw back her head with a delighted noise.
“I want you now,” she gasped, her eyes lighting up with desire when she saw the desperate look in her lover’s eyes. “Matheus,” she breathed out, his name tasting sweet on her tongue.
“As you command, my beloved,” Matheus gasped, his hands shaking as he eagerly slid down his pants and allowed his throbbing arousal to curve slowly against his stomach.
Alice licked her lips and allowed her calloused hands to wander over his soft skin. He was a soldier, a man who had fought for years, and yet his skin was softer than someone who had never known a day of hard work in his life.
“Your skin is so soft,” she mused, squeaking as he flipped her back and placed her legs on his shoulders. She opened her mouth to protest but was immediately silenced by a rough, dominating kiss.
“Perks of being one of the damned,” he mumbled, lifting her calloused fingertips to his lips and kissing her palm gently. Feeling her heart flutter at the gentle touch, Alice smiled and leaned up to slide their lips together.
Matheus took this simple act as an invitation to continue, sliding his throbbing length into her slowly. Trembling with pleasure as he filled her, Alice moaned and bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out.
Nipping at her shoulder lightly, Matheus let his teeth sink into her throat, not drinking, but merely marking. The sensation left Alice squirming under him, her entire body quivering as he kept her powerless below him, and then his hips snapped forward into her. She couldn’t do much more than cling on, the man above her sending pleasure spiraling through her body with every touch and kiss.
“Matheus!” Alice cried, feeling her vision blur, an orgasm tearing through her body violently. Her hair falling onto her face as her breath caught, she bit down on his neck to keep from screaming.
His thrusts didn’t stop. Instead, he pounded into her even faster, leaving her unable to find words while her nails raked over his back and shoulders. Pressing her face to the crook of his neck, she groaned, loving how his fingers slid up to play with her chest.
“Mine,” Matheus groaned, hands sliding away from her breasts to grasp at her hips as he plunged deeper into her quivering opening. Biting marks over her skin, he claimed her as his own.
More than ever before, Alice felt herself accepting the domination. She was his. He was hers. They belonged to each other. No matter what that entailed, she was happy just to be with her darling king.
Her second orgasm ripped through her in a rush of pleasure so intense it whited out her vision.
Screaming with delight, Alice let her head roll back as Matheus plunged into her once more and orgasmed with a powerful shiver. His fangs sank into her shoulder as he groaned and Alice let out a strangled noise while her mind fought to regain control of her body. A fog had settled over her, leaving her entire body pleasantly numb.
“Are you alright?” Matheus’ voice cut through her post-orgasmic bliss, dragging her back to reality.
Pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, Matheus smiled when she let out a tired, affirmative noise. Chuckling softly, he trailed his fingers through her tousled mess of hair. Too tired to do much more than wrap her arms around him and let her legs slide off of his shoulders, Alice let out a happy noise when he kissed the top of her head.
“Get some rest, my queen,” Matheus said, pressing kisses over her pale skin. Nodding in exhaustion, Alice pressed her face to his shoulder. She had never felt like this before, warm and loved, cradled in the arms of someone who cared deeply about her.