Chapter 21

Liz POV

I squirm under his touch but don’t stop his hand from moving south. My skin feels like fire wherever his fingertips trace on my skin. It leaves my body and mind craving for more.

I have pictured this moment many times in my head. Only it wasn’t Deimos touching me. But now that this dark lord has me in his grasp, I don’t understand how I ever thought another man could touch me.

Deimos’s fingers stop just above my pubic bone. His fingers trace from one side of my hips to the next.

His darkened eyes bore into mine as his fingers dance along my skin.

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Deimos asks huskily.

“I don’t…” I begin to protest, but Deimos runs his tongue over my neck, and I lose my train of thought.

“What was that, Princess?” Deimos chuckles as he breathes against my neck.

Chills run up my spine as he places little kisses on my neck where his handprint resides.

“I should have never touched you in such a way,” he whispers. I know this is as clo