Page 42 of A Heart of Sin and Evil
“Don’t call me that unless you want to start something again,” I warn as I grope her ass.
She jumps and playfully hits my chest. “But you like being called that. You feel like Selliss is too casual for us.”
“It is. Everyone calls me by name or Captain or sir. You're the only one that calls me ‘master.’”
“Well, because it’s true, isn’t it? You are my master, and I’m your slave.”
I frown. “I know you’re making a joke to get a rise out of me. But like I said, don’t start something you’ll regret.”
Her mischievous giggles tell me that she indeed tried to purposely make me angry. I roll my eyes as she huddles closer to me. Her bare skin pressed against my scales is a type of pleasure I didn’t know existed.
Nor the scent of her body after ravaging her like a beast. To think a human could taste so sweet. Of course, only Maya could taste like this. There’s no other reason why I’d be so addicted.
She looks up at me, caressing my face with her small hand.
“I’m sorry, master. I didn’t mean to make you angry. You just look so handsome when you are,” she coos while fluttering her eyes.
“Maya…” I frown, not sure if I’ll be able to have self-control. “Where did this sudden boldness come from?”
“I guess I learned it from you?”
“Keep at it, and you’ll find out more about me,” I snap at her.
Another melody of giggles as she wraps her arms around me, or at least tries to. I rest one hand on her thigh and the other over her waist. I’m trying to get as much warmth from her as possible before I have to live without it for months.
It can be longer if King Kiseri wishes to…
I hate to even think about it. Wasn’t Dransa the one who said I could take a concubine? Then they try to throw it in my face, saying I’m spending too much time with her. What if I’m just horny all the time? Isn’t that good enough?
I look down at Maya, who peacefully has her eyes closed. She rests her head over my chest, being comforted by my heartbeat and the rising of my body. I tighten my hold on her, not wanting to accept the King separating us.
“Maya,” I murmur.
She lifts her head, looking at me with a loving gaze. I'm caught in it for a moment, unable to believe that such a sight exists only for me. I can’t help myself touching her face, and she leans against my touch, wanting more of it.
“Do you know who you belong to?” I ask, my voice lowered to a threatening tone.
It doesn’t faze her, a soft smile tilting her full lips. “I belong to you,” she responds with a sigh.
She reaches up to give me a chaste kiss. But I’m not satisfied, and I pull her to devour her lips once more. I stop myself before going further than this, knowing that it’ll make it harder for me to leave. It's the most self-control I’ve had to practice since the day I was born.
After breaking the kiss, her face is flushed and her large eyes are in a daze. Even her erotic expression makes it hard for me to stop. I just want more and more of her. It will never be enough.
I want to claim her. Make her completely and inevitably mine.
To do something so obvious that no one could ever question it again. And the answer is clear as day when I look down at her enticing body.
I’ll fill her up with my eggs. I growl possessively, gripping her waist.
That’s exactly what’ll make her all mine. I’ll ruin her so no one will ever dare touch her, even when I’m gone. Just how Zalith did to Aurora and Lasta to Krista.
I can already imagine how she’ll look pregnant by me. She’ll look wonderful with a swollen belly, growing our children inside of her. That way it’ll be obvious to everyone that she's mine and mine alone. That I’m the one who ruined her body and will be the only one to do it for eternity.
The primal urge to fill her this very second gnaws at my insides. I want to destroy her to the point of her begging me to stop. But that’s only the greatest part, when I fill her completely and bind her to me. There won’t be an escape for her.
Anywhere she goes, everyone will know she’s mine. And there’ll be no place in this world where she can hide.
“Selliss?” Maya snaps me out of my thoughts. She stares at me full of worry. “Are you okay?”