CHAPTER 80: SAY MY NAME

• ELOISE •

I’m on fire. I’m not torched up in flames or anything, but it certainly felt like I was. The moment Drevon turned to me, taking his leather gloves off, I forgot about everything else and doused myself on this massive man that suffocated the air around me.

He didn’t stop there; he took off the strap fastened with gold metal buckles, and then he undid the buttons of his jacket. All the while holding my gaze like the magnetic beast he was.

I gulped when he pulled off his jacket swiftly, followed by his linen shirt. My eyes met his solid abs and muscles. Everything was divine. I veered my hot gaze to his glorious ink design fanning on his chest like shadows moving in the wind.

I lost my breath for a second when his hand moved to his pants. I thought he would take it off, too, but I became distracted when I noticed a very prominent bulge, hugging the leather.

Is that his—.

"Eloise."

I dragged my eyes back to his, clenching my fists against the sheets. The way he looked at me was mind-altering, like he had glimpsed heaven for the first time, but there was something else that lurked in those molten crimson of his, something that merged with mine.

Desire. Pristine desire.

"If you keep looking at me that way, I might not be able to control myself."

"Then don’t," I muttered, holding his gaze with passion.

A stupid thing to say, but my sense of reasoning has temporarily shut down.

It took two beats. A second ago, Drevon was too far away, and now he was too close, hovering above me and my back on the bed.

"I genuinely want to ruin you in bed but also treat you like a princess." He leaned close, and our noses brushed. "I’m having a hard time deciding. Why don’t you tell me which?"

The words to say hung in my throat, and all I could utter was just two words like a soft prayer to all my desires. "My liege..."

Drevon inhaled sharply, eyes closing briefly. When he opened them, they glowed. "I think it’s time I teach you how to say my name."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn’t get the chance to. It happened so fast, and I found myself saddling him, but that wasn’t the end of it.

Drevon’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass, my nightgown piled up to my waist. I was partly exposed, my cunt touching his abs.

I should have been embarrassed, given how flushed I was. But there was a feeling that clutched me, enough to know that I was utterly ruined by this man. I found myself bracing for what was to come, even though I had no idea what he’d do.

The past few days, I longed for him to the point I felt like I was losing my mind. He had eaten away my sanity and left me numb to his devices.

The beast traps me—the beast of my daydream.

I gasped softly when he raised me like I weighed nothing less than paper. It’s terrifying how strong he was; it reminded me of the fact I could easily be crushed with his bare hands without him breaking a sweat.

My hand flew to the headboard to brace myself. When I leveled my gaze to question why he’d raise me so high...my heart momentarily stopped.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Sitting you on my face."

"Wha—Ah!" I choked at the first feel of his lips on my cunt.

What is happening?

I tried to speak again, but my words jammed down my throat as Drevon’s tongue pressed between my folds. That was not the only thing that got me in awe, but his hot breath was stealing the heat from me, almost as if he was breathing the air from there. A satisfying deep growl rumbled from his chest.

I panicked at the sound as I attempted to jump off his grip but he held me in place, completely vulnerable to his tongue.

I rasped, my chest heaving uncontrollably, my eyebrow furrowing as I tried to make sense of the situation, but I couldn’t.

A feeling hit me so hard when Drevon’s tongue thrust into me. He’s pleasuring me. But I have never read this from the books or seen pictures of anything that...that.

"Oh my gods!" I gripped the wood hard as a shudder wracked through me.

He abruptly stopped, and I exhaled, trying to catch my breath.

"Not the gods, Eloise," he murmured, and I shivered because his voice vibrated through me.

I leveled my gaze and found his eyes pinned on me. The color was drained, and I assumed his eyes had gone black. "Say my name."

Then he lowered me back to his lips this time, sucking against me, my mouth agape and my fingers digging into the wood more, until I couldn’t tell if I was hurting or about to come apart from the sparks flying all over my body.

"Don’t hurt yourself, Eloise." He stopped again.

"I..I..I can’t—" I tried breathing, but it felt like I was hyperventilating instead.

Was I having a heart attack?

Drevon chuckled, and the vibrations made me chew the inside of my mouth. I shamelessly rolled my hips, feeling his sharpened jawline, the roughness making me more sensitive.

"Eloise," Drevon purred. "How impatient are you?"

I pinned him with an intoxicating look. "Y-You’re not helping..."

He keeps stopping, and that did not go well for my poor body; it’s like being denied the final stop!

His eyes lit up, and I could tell he was smiling now. "All you have to do is say my name."

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip.

"Is it really that hard?"

I flinched when he palmed my ass tighter, the soft flesh engulfed by his hands, and I found myself at the edge with no escape.