I stopped moving.
“Hello, love.” He turned a corner before I had to decide which hallway to take. “My God, you’re beautiful.”
I couldn’t help but lower my eyes and bite my lip. He undid me. Unraveled everything inside me.
His arms wrapped around my waist. I held my breath.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he asked.
“What you do to me?” I sighed.
“I’m tempted to blow off the ball and spend the night in the tunnels with you.” He cocked an eyebrow.
That would be one way to avoid meeting the entire country.
“Can we?” I pleaded, pressing my breasts into his tuxedo. They were modestly covered, but near Damon I could already feel the heated prickle running through my body.
His hands rounded to my ass. “Don’t tempt me like that, Molly,” he warned.
“I guess they would figure out we were missing.” I pretended to sulk.
“One of the hazards of being the king.” He squeezed roughly, making me whimper. “They notice when I’m not around.”
My body reacted with hungry need every time he touched me. I was already alive. Desperate to be with him. I wanted to taste his kiss. Ayla would scold a kiss would ruin my perfectly placed lip liner.
His eyes lit as my whimpers turned to little moans.
“Every man is going to be looking at you tonight. They won’t be able to take their eyes off you,” he growled against my ear.
He gathered the hem from my hand until he had found his way under my long dress. I didn’t protest when his fingers slid beneath my satin panties.
“And when they see you, they’ll know you’re mine.”
I nodded as he pushed his fingers inside me. I clenched around them wanting more than this. I wanted all of Damon.
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
“Fuck me like this, Molly,” he demanded. “Come on my fingers. Squeeze that beautiful pussy around them.”
“Oh God,” I groaned, rocking my hips into him as he pumped faster. He knew how to compel the orgasm from me with his dirty words.
“That’s it. Fuck, Molly. You make me so hard. I want to fuck you. Damn it.” I heard the anguish in his voice. “Too many layers.”
I grabbed his shoulders. It was starting to overtake me. I didn’t know if I could balance myself on my heels as I started to revel in the crashing waves of the peak. His thumb flicked over my clit, sending me headfirst into the orgasm.
I panted, trying to steady my breath. Damon’s eyes were on me. “God, you’re amazing.”
He straightened my dress, drawing his fingers to his lips. I watched in awe as he licked the tips. It was erotic and sexy. I started to believe anything this man did was sexy.
“Do you feel more relaxed?” he teased.
I fought for breath. “Somehow, yes.”
“Good. Because there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve got you.” He grinned. “And you are the Sauvage Royal Consort, Molly Washington. This night is about getting what we want.”
“If I get nervous will you pull me into the tunnels again?” I teased. My body was no longer tense. Damon had managed to erase the butterflies and the tension in my shoulders.
He kissed my temple. “If I pull you in these tunnels tonight, you won’t be leaving.”