The Dark Heir - Nyx

29. Theia.

She didn't know what came over her. Theia didn't want to be around him, didn't want to speak to him, yet she closed Nyx's door behind herself. Her eyes fell, scanning the bare skin of his chest and stomach, the hands that flexed into fists at his sides. Her eyes flicked up, meeting his through her lashes.

"Who was that?"

His throat bobbed as he glanced to the door. "Cresseida. Tarquin's cousin. She's a courtier, Princess of Adriata."

Princess. Theia's confidence dropped slightly. Her eyes dropped again, seeing the bulge against his linen pants. Heat rose above her thighs, remembering how he had felt between them. A heavy breath left her lips as she met his gaze again.

"She's very beautiful. Is that meant for her?" Nyx's brows pushed together before rising slightly. His chest flexed, as though he was holding himself back.

"No. I was about to bathe, and I was thinking about you. She just happened to walk in," he explained, voice throaty and low. Theia almost moaned at the sound.

"Can I watch?" She asked in a whisper, stepping closer. Nyx's lips quirked, the bulge twitching at her words.

"You don't want a taste?"

"I don't want to interrupt. I want to watch what you had planned," she responded, eyes dropping to his mouth as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip.

She'd been crying just moments ago. The desire for Nyx always seemed to override any emotions or thoughts. Theia didn't expect her first night to go this way, and despite the growing ache in her lower belly, she had a plan. Nyx wanted to act as though he had authority over her, like she'd come crawling at every request, but Theia knew best.

"Touch yourself, Nyx," Theia cooed, stepping forward. He let out a soft groan, his eyes roaming her body. Theia grinned at him. Nyx seemed to combust at that, because he turned and made his way to the bathing chamber. Theia smiled to herself as she followed, eyes widening at the large window within the small stone chamber that allowed the water to fall from overhead.

With dim lighting within the room, Nyx was lit by the window as he turned the water on. Theia sat herself on the edge of the tub, leaning forward with a wide smile. Nyx groaned again. He shoved his pants down, stepping out of them and into the water. Theia almost moaned, her facade nearly slipping as she took him in.

The sea expanded behind him, the violet hue of dusk glowing from behind his wings as he let the water fall over his body. His body, carved with centuries of muscle, was beyond the beauty she had always found. He was magnificent. The muscles in Nyx's thighs flexed as he wrapped a hand around himself, his thumb rolling over the tip as he moaned.

Theia crossed her legs, trying to relief the pressure building between her thighs as she watched him. She had known what sex with Nyx was like; he was demanding, dominant, hungry. Yet, here he was. Touching himself to the mere sight of her. Nyx was gripping the stone frame of the window with one hand, the other stroking himself as he stared at her through his brows. Theia whimpered, unable to help herself.

His chin was dipped, dark brows shadowing his already darkened eyes, and water poured over his head and ran through his parted lips. She watched the muscles in his forearm ripple with each stroke, his biceps tight. Theia breathed heavily, squeezing her thighs together. She was entirely clothed, eyes probably swollen and red from crying, yet Nyx still sent a breathtaking female from his room so that he could touch himself to the thought of her.

With a boost of confidence, Theia rose. She sauntered over to the stone wall, gripping the side of it as she watched his fist move. He moaned her name, and her eyes flicked up to his. The Heir of the Night Court; feared and beloved. Powerful, terrifying, seductive, and he was crumbling at the thought of her. She smiled sweetly, rising on her toes and reaching into the stream of water to lift his chin. Theia ran her thumb over his bottom lip, Nyx's eyes falling closed as he whimpered. Whimpered.