He started walking her backwards, and she broke away to gasp, “We are not fucking on Sorin’s throne.” “But it’s yours,” he countered. “Gods, what is your obsession with—” Her eyes flew wide. “A throne is not godsdamn treasure, Raz.” “One could argue a throne is very valuable,” he replied, mouth dragging down her neck as he tugged aside the collar of her tunic. “Fuck me against a wall like a normal person,” she gasped when his teeth sank into the soft place between her neck and shoulder.
