Chapter 225

Sylvia's POV I matched his intensity, my hands sliding beneath his jacket to feel the powerful muscles that had regained their strength. When we finally broke apart, both breathless, his eyes had darkened to midnight. "Two weeks," he growled. "Two weeks watching you care for me, command in my absence, stand strong before the council. Two weeks of wanting you and being too damn weak to claim what's mine." "I'm right here," I challenged, fingers working at his tie. "Unless you're still too weak..." The provocation hit its mark. Caesar's control—always so impeccable—fractured visibly. In one swift movement, he had me pressed against the wall, his body hard and unyielding against mine. "Let me show you exactly how recovered I am." With deliberate slowness, he pushed the fabric from my shoulders, his gaze devouring every inch of exposed skin. When I stood before him in only my lace bra and skirt, his control visibly frayed. "My queen," he murmured, reverently tracing the curve of my collarb