Chapter 7 A Quiet Moment

• “Relax your body back to me.” He pulled my hips back out, so I was nearly bent across the surface of that dresser. “Now stay.”
• Though it was a command, he said it softly. Coaxing more than ordering.
• He pressed in and out of me and something changed. The pain began to settle. The strange fullness became something I expected as I tipped forward. My body jerking as he fully entered. Piercing into what felt like it was my very center. As if the tip of him might emerge from my belly. Then withdrawing. The motion became more of a smooth gliding and my body was tensing. Spasming and gripping at him as he moved.
• He growled. A low rumble in his throat. Leaning over my back. “You feel like the finest softness.”
• “Ahh.” I shuddered as he set himself nearly into my womb again before withdrawing. My thighs were tightening my backside flexing as suddenly there was a huge wave of tension that poured through me. Sending every one of my muscles into convulsions. Making me jerk and cry out at the sheer confusion and pleasure of it. Slicking over his length until he was so smooth that I only felt the straining pressure of him inside me.
• “It’s an amazing thing, isn’t it? How a man can fit so perfectly within a woman?”
• The candles and the fire. Now I understood fully what he was getting from the Skins he brought here.
• The shaking of my body stopped and I slumped over the dresser.
• He dropped sensual kisses along the kin of my shoulders and neck. Sweeping my hair from the way to scrape the edges of flat teeth along the back of my neck. I could smell the alluring scent of wine on his breath and the masculine scent of him connecting with me.
• I felt the surge of hardness that ran through him and felt his body tighten a moment before he slumped over me.
• “Well, done.” He praised. “What a delightful creature.”
• He straightened and I heard the rustle of fabric. Tossing down my skirt and turning me to face him. Twining a hand through my long dark hair. “So beautiful.”
• “Will you protect them?” I asked him warily.
• “I will.”
• “Lando!” He summoned. Without looking away from me.
• Realizing he was calling someone here, I quickly adjusted what was left of my dress, and crossed my arms over my chest to better conceal myself.
• A tall thin, black-haired, black eyed man walked in. Looking every bit like what I’d expected the Dark Prince to.
• “Yes?”
• “Tell the Mob to stay out of Blackstone.”
• “What about the other villages?”
• The Dark Prince’s blonde head whipped to see me. “You expect my protection for all of them too?”
• No. But it seemed to me he should care about them as well.
• I was staring at him blinking, which he must’ve taken as his answer.
• Groaning aloud he added. “Tell them they stay in near the fortress until further notice.”
• “Beginning now, My Prince?” Lando looked from me to him. Hesitating a moment.
• “Immediately.”
• Lando ducked his head. “As you wish, my liege.
• Lando strolled from the room without a sound. His back straight and posture regal.
• Like most Eternus. I had seen them before and they always appeared this imposing and unmoving.
• “Thank you, Prince.”
• “Archer.” He supplied.
• His name is Archer?
• Staring at him, I realized that strangely, it suited him.
• He was nearly the opposite of what I’d anticipated confronting.
• He was tall and muscled with a defined chest and shoulders. He was not as pale as the rest, he had a golden hue to his skin and blonde hair that was nearly the shade of moonlight, pushed back from his face. His eyes were such a light blue as to look more like a lightning strike in the night than truly blue.
• He was striking beyond what I could’ve imagined.
• Dark Prince doesn’t seem to fit him.
• He wasn’t dark, he was vibrant in the blackness.
• “When Lando returns I will have him show you to your chamber.”
• I watched him strolling to the huge open wall. Leaning against the left side to stare out thoughtfully.
• “May I ask a question?”
• He glanced over his shoulder but didn’t say no.
• “Why are you going to keep me here? Why couldn’t that have been it?”
• “Because you remind me of someone.”
• “Who?”
• “A woman I cared very greatly for.”
• “Cared?”
• Past tense. She died?
• “Still care. She’s out there somewhere. She loved my cousin more than anything. And he lost her.”