Pressed against Celeana, Rhysand felt himself stiffen.
He forced himself to keep his mask in check as he answered her.
It was just a physical reaction-
I don't want an explanation.
Rhys cursed his hammering heart. Swallowed down every primitive instinct which roared at him to take Celaena right then and there. Instead, he gathered his courage and said;
What do you want then?
For you to take responsibility.
He did not need to be told twice. The High Lord's hands resumed their blissful journey around her body. Celaena wanted him, needed him- perhaps just as much as he needed her. Everything that had occurred between them since he put her on his lap was like a dream. Touching her, feeling her skin against his- Rhysand would never find the right words to describe that ecstasy. And to know that she was wet because of him- to know that her moaning and movements weren't simply that of an act. She had reacted to him. It gave him an inch of hope.
Having brought Celaena to Hewn City before, Rhys hadn't expected his subjects to be so surprised. It had been rumored that Celaena was his plaything since the ball, but tonight solidified that rumor. Even as he played with her body, a rational voice in his head told him that what he was doing was obscene. All the touching, all the using.
But with the female's heavy breathing and burning skin, that voice was all but extinct.
Rhysand gently bit her neck as he groped her waist. He needed to regain control of himself, but her scent was making it very difficult. A million thoughts were plaguing his mind at the moment.
But none were given any attention- not with Celaena withering on his lap like that. As if suddenly realizing that they were not alone in the throne room, Rhysand's eyes unblurred. The party was still going. Despite the dancing and drinking taking place, it was abundantly clear that all anyone was doing was watching him. Some were discreet, while others- well they simply gawked. One of those people was none other than Keir himself.
Rhysand jerked his chin forward, indicating the male to approach the throne.
The older male advanced, his eyes locked on the Celeana, and an unmistakable look of utter disgust painted on his face.
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