Chapter 50
CHAPTER FIFTY
FRID
The shadows shifted on the walls around us and I could clearly see our silhouettes on the surface of the unpolished rock.
The light of my torch danced all around me, painting the hall the warmest of colors.
Victor’s fingers wrapped around my hand as he pulled me toward the entrance to the temple.
Just below his muscled forearm was a strip of dark fabric that I had tied around his wrist back in the compound, claiming him for myself. He never took it off.
“I’ve never seen you so impatient to get back home,” I said, enjoying the view of his strong back, his powerful shoulders, his silky light hair.
My heart felt so full, so carefree, that I wanted to laugh, I wanted to kiss him again and maybe force him to make love one more time before we left the sacred land.
I had no idea how it could be when you finally find the right person who treated you just the way you deserved, who enjoyed every part of you, who loved and cherished your body more than you ever thought possible.
“I have to get you back to safety.”
I did not even try to hold back my smile. It was so unexpected, so freeing to feel that someone was ready to take charge and be in full control.
“If I’m correct, the sun is already up,” Victor continued.
“What do you think will happen to the sisters?”
“I’m sure they will continue living their hateful ways.”
“Alina was somehow brought through The Fall. That means that the council had been using it all along.”
“Yeah. Apparently Mahin made some deals with the capital.”
Finally, we stepped into the main portion of the temple. The windows let through enough light to prove that Victor was right. The sun was up.
“What do we do now?”
“We go home.” Victor stopped, placing his torch on the stand and taking the second torch from my hand.
“Listen. Everything that happened here . . . I mean . . . it’s . . . we don’t have to make anything out of it. If it’s not what you’re ready for.” I looked up at Victor.
Slowly, he turned toward me. His eyes widened.
“I know how it is. Guys don’t want to be pressured into anything, and I understand that.” He cocked his head watching me. “I just want to let you know. That it’s . . . You don’t have to feel like . . . you have to . . . you know? You know what I mean?”
“No. You have to explain,” Victor said slowly.
“I . . . everything . . . I mean. What we did. It was so good . . . Amazing . . . It has never felt so good with anyone.”
“But . . .?”
“I’m not that naive. I know how guys are. I know what you expect.” I wrinkled my forehead.
Why did I even start this conversation?
Apparently, all the sex completely melted my brain, but it was something that I had to address right away.
He had to know that I understood the rules of the game.
For as long as I had known him, Victor went through women quickly, switching them every week, and I did not want to be one of them.
Just feeling that he had placed me in the exact same category as all the rest, might just kill me.
But if we could discuss everything beforehand, maybe then, my heartbreak would be more manageable.
Victor stepped closer, pressing me against the hard stone corner of the ceremonial altar.
“You know nothing!” He breathed in.
His nose grazed my cheek and his hands wrapped around my waist. His hot mouth pressed against my lips and the last remains of coherent thought slipped away as I responded to his kiss. His teeth scraped my skin and the next moment, he bit my lower lip, sucking and tugging on it.
“Victor?”
“Don’t you even start with that bullshit.”
“Victor, we’re defiling the sacred dragons’ temple.”
“I don’t give a fu . . .”
I pulled on the collar of his flying suit and gently bit his skin.