Katrina's POV
Every ounce of oxygen left my form as his statement washed over me. I literally froze, every bone in my body unmoving and my heart beating too fast I hoped it wouldn't beat out of my chest.
His gaze roamed over my face, observing every little detail and noting it to memory. I felt trapped by not only his arms but his irises too and the meaning in his statement.
I gulped, eyes too wide for my face in shock and understanding. My fingers curled at my sides as shiver ran through me. For some seconds I wondered how his words could have such effect on me without him even touching me yet.
The man was as ruthless and scary as I'd heard. Only the minutes I had spent in close proximity with him had told me that, so why was I feeling that way with him?
"Choose your medicine wisely Katrina," he murmured in a smirk which I was beginning to think was his signature look.
"Hmmm?" He hummed when I didn't utter anything in response, another shudder running through me in the span of a minute as he stretched his thumb to caress my chin, a strange emotion entering his eyes as he peered at me.
He leaned in further, our nose inches away from touching as his breath mixed with mine. His lids became hooded and he shut his eyes for a second, his muscles bulging and a bone ticked in his jaw.
I watched all these signs with curiosity and realized he was striving to gain control over his emotions or something of the sort hence when he unraveled his lids, his irises returned to their usual golden hue, nonetheless I could spot a hint of the previous change in their depths.
His lips brushed mine and I figured for how long I could live without breathing thus once I was about to relax at him gaining control over his actions, he did that.
"Choose one Katrina," he commanded, reminding me of our earlier conversation or should I say his utterance because I hadn't made any response since then.
"Not that one could stop the other from happening," he teased as I opened my mouth to release a response. "Ain't that right?"
"Ummmm," I started, rather my brain failed me in coming up with a statement after his question.
"Because despite the fact you'd call my name now." His thumb slid from my chin to my jaw and rubbed my bottom lip, the touch causing every nerve in my system to go haywire.
"I'd make sure to have you say it when I bury my hardness into your warmth," he finished and pulled my bottom lip before snapping it back in place, his eyes darkening as he gawked at the plump flesh for moments.
"Or scream it rather," he wiggled his brows playfully however his utterance was anything but as intensity followed every syllable with a promise.
"Because I sure as hell won't give you a chance to speak," he grunted in a raspy voice, his arms still holding his weight up and caging me. "The only chance you'd have is to return my thrusts and moan in ecstasy while I make you slowly loose your mind."
"Davos," I blurted breathlessly not able to stop myself as the image he painted was messing me up.
I should have felt disgusted by his words. I should have been angry. I should have pushed him off and stormed out. I should have even kicked him or done anything to put an end to what he was doing to me.
Nonetheless I found myself helpless. My brain and bones failed me all at once as I shamelessly sat there and listened to his compelling words while at the same enjoying it.
I had been with Shaun in the past when things were good between us, or rather when I thought things were good before I discovered Amanda was in the picture and that he was simply using me for pleasure and I was simply an extra body to warm his bed.
Shaun was my mate but I could never say I felt such strong pull with him like I was battling in those moments while in the king's chamber. I had no idea what was happening to me as I was never someone to feel such intense attractive emotions to the opposite sex.
The only emotions I was ever accustomed to was sadness and hurt but never attraction and lust. As Davos peered at me, our bodies that close to each other, I realized I was in a more deeper mess than I thought.
"Like that," he hummed at the sound of his name from my lips. "Say it again for me Katrina."
As if enchanted, I couldn't resist his command for the second time as my mouth formed the name, "Davos."
"Fuck!" He rasped, his palm hitting on the couch softly, nonetheless the impact was unexpected and I jumped.
His eyes returned to my face as his breathing happened to have accelerated. I frowned slightly at the change in his demeanor. He was no longer being calm and calculated but seemed on edge.
Sparks flames in the flecks of gold of his irises and his hair fell over his face, casting a shadow and making him appear as handsome and ruthless as the myth told.
"Is there honey in your voice?" He implored out of the blue and if I wasn't so hot wired or aroused in that moment I would have burst out in laughter at his question.
"Why do you ask?" I inquired.
"Because no one had said my name so sweet and sexily," he confessed and I was taken aback, pondering on how I was able to do that.
"Davos," I called again, testing his name on my lips and observing how it sounded, yet I couldn't understand what he meant thus it came off as normal to me.
"Shit!" He hissed and threw himself into a standing position, taking a few steps away from me and turned around.
I quickly took it as my opportunity to exhale and gasp for breath as his imposing persona wasn't so close anymore. My breathing gradually returned to normal and I asked,
"can I go now?"
"Yes please," he gave permission back facing me as he finished with, "before I fuck that sweet little mouth and throat of yours."