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way?"
"You have to stay here, in my home, and be my mistress."
It took awhile for the shock of his bold statement to set in. Ulyssa stared at him, waiting for the laughter that was sure to follow such a declaration. The laughter never came. Even as her body leapt with fire at the idea of being his lover, her mind rebelled. She would belong to no man. She could be no man's mistress.
Lightly, he continued, "You'll stay, and your body will release mine."
Kirill eyed the beautiful woman tied to his bed, waiting for her reaction to his words. Her face was blank, but it didn't matter. He could see the disbelief in every subtle movement of her form. Her breath caught and held. Her fingers curled into light fists. He'd known the statement would irritate her.
"In return, mine will give you pleasure," he whispered with confidence. He watched her body shiver at the words.
Sacred Cats! She was ravishing to behold. From the view he was afforded of her silky hip all the way up her side to the roundness of her breast, he knew she was naked beneath the traditional gown. Her darker nipple pressed against the transparent material, outlined to perfection.
The darker region between her thighs drew his attention. Already, he knew she desired him. He could smell the scent of her as it filled his head. His mouth watered, eager to taste her. His lips parted slightly, wanting to taste the cream of her skin, the flavor of her essence. He wanted to ignite the passions he felt simmering beneath her fiery surface and at the same time slake his own burning needs.
He'd been shocked to find her strapped down as an offering to a King. He didn't doubt how she said she got there. Trust Falke, his ever-dutiful brother, to follow the old traditions to the letter. If this woman declared herself the future King's woman and then, as he suspected she had, tried to escape Falke as he made her ready, his Commander brother could've very well tied her down without a second thought. A King's wish in such matters was always followed.
She was strong, so frustratingly stubborn. Those traits were clear. But, beneath the stubborn exterior, he detected a vulnerability that made every fiber in his masculine being want to protect her and keep her safe. It'd been there in her eyes when he'd scared her in his shifted form. She'd never be more to him than a half-mate, a lover. But, to possess her, would be an honor worthy of a King.
"No."
"No?" Kirill's brows rose in surprise. What did she mean no?
"That's right. No. I'll not be your mistress," Ulyssa said. "I don't want to be."
"It's a position of great honor," he countered.
"Uh, still, no thanks. I'll pass." Ulyssa grinned smugly at him.
"You are in no position to negotiate." Kirill would never take an unwilling woman, but she had started the game between them and frankly he was amazed that she said no to him. He tilted his head and made a great show of taking a deep breath. Her longing filled him like a sweet, intoxicating perfume. "Besides, your body says you'd like very much to be my lover."
Ulyssa's mouth fell open, before she grumbled wryly, "Nice try, barbarian. If you were going to ravish me, you'd have done it last night. Now, let me go before I get really mad."
"Perhaps I should ask nicely before you make your decision." His voice practically growled as he grinned like a boy about to test a new sword. Slowly he made his way down to the foot of the bed, keeping his dark eyes on hers.
Gradually, Kirill's gaze slid down her frame, over her breasts, her waist, past her hips, until finally it stopped at the apex of her thighs hidden beneath the dark gown. His body curled forward as he moved onto the bed. Crawling on all fours, he came above her. His knees fitted between her loosely bound legs and he placed his palms down on the bed, outside of her thighs.
Slowly, he looked up at her, taking his time as he studied her body beneath his. Dark hair spilled over his shoulders and down his back. A light of promise
"You have to stay here, in my home, and be my mistress."
It took awhile for the shock of his bold statement to set in. Ulyssa stared at him, waiting for the laughter that was sure to follow such a declaration. The laughter never came. Even as her body leapt with fire at the idea of being his lover, her mind rebelled. She would belong to no man. She could be no man's mistress.
Lightly, he continued, "You'll stay, and your body will release mine."
Kirill eyed the beautiful woman tied to his bed, waiting for her reaction to his words. Her face was blank, but it didn't matter. He could see the disbelief in every subtle movement of her form. Her breath caught and held. Her fingers curled into light fists. He'd known the statement would irritate her.
"In return, mine will give you pleasure," he whispered with confidence. He watched her body shiver at the words.
Sacred Cats! She was ravishing to behold. From the view he was afforded of her silky hip all the way up her side to the roundness of her breast, he knew she was naked beneath the traditional gown. Her darker nipple pressed against the transparent material, outlined to perfection.
The darker region between her thighs drew his attention. Already, he knew she desired him. He could smell the scent of her as it filled his head. His mouth watered, eager to taste her. His lips parted slightly, wanting to taste the cream of her skin, the flavor of her essence. He wanted to ignite the passions he felt simmering beneath her fiery surface and at the same time slake his own burning needs.
He'd been shocked to find her strapped down as an offering to a King. He didn't doubt how she said she got there. Trust Falke, his ever-dutiful brother, to follow the old traditions to the letter. If this woman declared herself the future King's woman and then, as he suspected she had, tried to escape Falke as he made her ready, his Commander brother could've very well tied her down without a second thought. A King's wish in such matters was always followed.
She was strong, so frustratingly stubborn. Those traits were clear. But, beneath the stubborn exterior, he detected a vulnerability that made every fiber in his masculine being want to protect her and keep her safe. It'd been there in her eyes when he'd scared her in his shifted form. She'd never be more to him than a half-mate, a lover. But, to possess her, would be an honor worthy of a King.
"No."
"No?" Kirill's brows rose in surprise. What did she mean no?
"That's right. No. I'll not be your mistress," Ulyssa said. "I don't want to be."
"It's a position of great honor," he countered.
"Uh, still, no thanks. I'll pass." Ulyssa grinned smugly at him.
"You are in no position to negotiate." Kirill would never take an unwilling woman, but she had started the game between them and frankly he was amazed that she said no to him. He tilted his head and made a great show of taking a deep breath. Her longing filled him like a sweet, intoxicating perfume. "Besides, your body says you'd like very much to be my lover."
Ulyssa's mouth fell open, before she grumbled wryly, "Nice try, barbarian. If you were going to ravish me, you'd have done it last night. Now, let me go before I get really mad."
"Perhaps I should ask nicely before you make your decision." His voice practically growled as he grinned like a boy about to test a new sword. Slowly he made his way down to the foot of the bed, keeping his dark eyes on hers.
Gradually, Kirill's gaze slid down her frame, over her breasts, her waist, past her hips, until finally it stopped at the apex of her thighs hidden beneath the dark gown. His body curled forward as he moved onto the bed. Crawling on all fours, he came above her. His knees fitted between her loosely bound legs and he placed his palms down on the bed, outside of her thighs.
Slowly, he looked up at her, taking his time as he studied her body beneath his. Dark hair spilled over his shoulders and down his back. A light of promise
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