“I suppose it’s one more secret I’m keeping, Your Highness.”
Camilla didn’t bother to glance up, his second clue that she was toying with him.
Even knowing that he was playing into her scheme, Envy couldn’t stop himself from striding over. He knelt down, gently pressing the book back to read the cover.
“Of course.” He scoffed. “You’re looking for a Prince Charming.”
“Just because I occasionally enjoy romance novels doesn’t mean I’m looking for a prince. I find most royals to be tiresome, arrogant bores who don’t know the first thing about being charming.”
She gave him a pointed look, then tugged her book back and continued reading.
Arrogant, most certainly guilty as charged. But tiresome or boring…
Envy plucked up the bottle of oil, uncorked the stopper, and inhaled. Vanilla and bourbon. Sweet and sinful, just like their little game.
He contemplated his next move. Going to Bloodwood Forest wasn’t the most practical use of his time. The likelihood of finding another player wasn’t high, especially since they’d been seen heading there last night. If they had entered the forest, they’d be long gone by now.
He could waste time and energy he didn’t have running down that old lead. Or he could play this little game with Camilla, hopefully solving the riddle of her, and maybe even stoking her jealousy before the night was over—thus refueling his power.
If she had a magical tattoo inked onto her skin, he’d know she was Fae. If she didn’t, his theory of her being some kind of shape-shifter would be proven likely.
He stood and drizzled the oil over her back without warning, enjoying her slight hiss as the cool liquid dribbled across her skin.
Envy didn’t stop at her back. She was offering him an unobstructed view of her body, and he was going to tend to every inch of her, searching for answers to the questions he had.
Hopefully he’d succeed in solving one mystery tonight.
He poured a light line of massage oil over the round curve of her bottom, then set the oil aside. He slowly rolled down one stocking at a time, pulling them off to expose her bare flesh. He wound the stockings around his fist, considering tying her to the chaise with them, but tossed them aside. He wanted Camilla freely squirming tonight.
Envy grabbed the oil again and continued drizzling it down the backs of her thighs and all the way to the soles of her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.
Camilla was excited by the unexpected path he’d laid out.
“Showing you why Prince Charming isn’t what you truly desire.”
Envy gently gathered her loose hair, then swept it aside, giving himself access to her neck and shoulders. He rubbed the backs of his knuckles against the line of her stays, slipping a finger under the strap, tugging it gently.
“Is there a reason you left this on, Miss Antonius?”
She shot him a look over her shoulder, part irritation, part anticipation.
“If you wish to see me fully nude, Your Highness, I’m afraid you’ll need to dirty your hands.”
He smiled faintly at that.
“You ought to know one thing about me, Camilla darling.”
He reached around, gently pulling one side of the bow on her shoulder straps. He moved to the other side, unwrapping the next ribbon. Then he loosened the ties along the front, freeing her breasts as he removed the garment and tossed it aside.
“I like being filthy.”
Her breathing sped up, her arousal hitting him hard.
“I’d wager the mere thought of how dirty I can be arouses you.”
He took the book and set it aside, then guided her back down, pressing her firmly onto the chaise so he could stroke her shoulders, kneading each muscle until she slowly relaxed.
Envy rubbed the backs of her arms, followed each down to her wrists and hands, tending to every area with care. His attention was sharp on her, cataloguing any freckle, any hint of magic at play. By the time he’d worked his way down to her lower back and run a hand over her tight little bottom, he hadn’t found a single indication that she was glamoured.
He wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or even more skeptical.
Envy rubbed the oil into her legs, ending the massage with her feet, releasing any ache she might have felt from their long trek through the Sin Corridor.
She hadn’t complained once of the miles they’d traveled on foot.
He listened as she sighed contentedly, her body languid from his ministrations. Her desire, though—that had continued to build with each stroke.
It was time for him to up the stakes.
His hands lightly trailed along the backs of her calves before he flattened them against her thighs, rubbing larger circles across her uninked skin. He fought the urge to lean over, bite the plump flesh of her bottom before soothing away the sting with a kiss.
Still, the air around them felt thick, tense. Her breathing had all but stopped as she waited to see what he’d do, where he’d touch next.
Envy took his time, plotting, dreaming of all the divinely sinful ways he’d make her call out his name. Slowly, he drizzled oil into the palm of his hand, allowing it to warm slightly before sliding it down to his fingers.
He began rubbing it over her bottom, again and again, on each circle his hand dipping deeper between her legs, beginning to stroke that lovely place he wanted to bury himself inside.
“Well,” he purred softly as her hips lifted to meet his touch. “Looks like I was correct. You want it dirty too.”
She was drenched, her arousal almost as slick as the oil on his hand. He lazily traced the seam of her body, dipping the tip of his middle finger inside her. A harsh curse escaped her pretty lips, her face half hidden under her ethereal hair.
“You crave a demon, do you? One who fucks like a sinner because he is one.”
He withdrew his finger before she could push herself onto it, sliding it back across her body, spreading her wetness.
“I promise, sweet Camilla, you won’t be shouting for God when I’m buried inside you. I’ll be ruthless when I grace your sheets.”
His finger circled her clit, and he bit back his own groan. It was so swollen with desire she must ache. At the touch her hips bucked against his palm.
Envy finally slid one finger inside, giving her what she wanted. Camilla arched up and back, seeking more. His filthy little deviant wanted him to fill her. He plunged a second finger in, her soft moan making his cock rock-hard. She was so wet, so hungry for more.
Camilla propped herself on her forearms, her book long forgotten as she glanced back at him, watching as he continued to pleasure her.
“You’ll be shouting my name, Camilla. I will be your God, your Creator, your Destroyer, and every depraved dark thing in between. And I promise you’ll find religion on my cock. You’ll get on your knees for it, pray for it, worship it with every fiber of your being.”
He withdrew his fingers, then gave her clit a tiny little pinch, adding a twinge of pain to enhance her pleasure. Camilla moaned, the sound pure bliss. He thrust his fingers back inside her, pumping them, his own breath ragged as she quietly demanded he keep doing that to her.
“You won’t think of Prince Charming again. I promise you that.”
Envy lightly slapped her slick flesh, her body jerking toward him.
Camilla cursed softly, arousal glistening down her leg.
Envy played gently with her clit, one flick, another, before plunging his fingers deep inside her again. She began grinding against his hand.
The way her body responded to him was fucking glorious. He could watch her seek pleasure from him all night.