It was ridiculous to be nervous about walking through a secret tunnel, but my heartbeat accelerated as she ushered me inside the narrow door. My mind flashed briefly to the dark hallway in The Titan where I awaited my first meeting with Damon. The mix of nervousness and adrenaline. I glanced down at my dress and smiled thinking of that naïve girl. Even with all her books and daydreams, she could have never imagined this.
The latch clicked behind me. I moved forward, following the tiny lights that illuminated the worn floorboards.
I wondered if the tunnels had always been here. My fingertips traced the lines of the walls. There were divots and crevices in the stone. How many times had people used this path for this same reason?
I carried the hem of my dress, careful not to let the train hit the floor. I passed several doors as I ventured farther. Where was Damon?
And then I heard his footsteps.
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.