Page 79

“Nervous?” His brow furrowed with concern for a moment.

“No. Not with you.” I was anything but nervous.

Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I undid his trousers and pushed them down his legs. His freed cock bounced against my chest, and I wrapped my hand around him. Gods, he was huge. I ran my fingertips over the bumps I’d been told about, the thick, rippled ridge that ran along the underside.

“Do these feel good for you too, or are they just for me?” I asked, feathering my hand over him.

“Just for you?” He asked with a grin.

“Well, your body is mine, isn’t it? All of it.” I gripped him harder, and he hissed in a breath. “Just for me?”

“Mmmm.” Lust flamed in his eyes. “It is. All of me, mind, body and heart, princess.”

I lowered my eyes to his cock, and a small part of me felt a little intimidated at the sheer size of him. I’d seen plenty of penises in my time, soldiers weren’t exactly private about bathing when in camp. But Rook’s was beautiful, if such a thing as a beautiful cock could exist. I pumped my hand along his length, and a small bead of moisture leaked from the tip.

The groan he let out as I licked that small bead away set a flame of desire roaring through my body. I took him in my mouth - as much of him as I could manage at least - and gazed up at him as I flicked my tongue.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, his head falling back. His hand splayed across the back of my head, haltingly, not wanting to push me down onto him further. “I’ve dreamed of that tongue of yours.”

I’d never done this before, so I licked and sucked carefully, the heat between my thighs growing more and more intense with every sound he made. I drew him as far down my throat as I could comfortably take him, and he shuddered, pushing back on my shoulders.

“Stop, stop.”

I pulled back quickly, looking up at him. “Did I hurt you?”

He laughed breathlessly, dropping to his knees in front of me. “You definitely didn’t hurt me, my love. But if you want me to fuck you, you’ll need to stop.” He hooked his hands around my thighs and laid his head against my stomach. “Now, I need to make sure this perfect little cunt is ready to take me.”

“What do you -OH.” I clapped my hand over my mouth to suppress the cry of surprise and pleasure that burst from me as Rook buried his mouth between my thighs. I fell back on the bed, my back arching as Rook’s tongue lapped at my clit, his hands holding me steady.

I kept my hand clamped down over my mouth, my other hand clawing into the sheets. His tongue explored me, my body jerking in response to the circles he traced, my thighs shaking as he rolled up and down, over and over.

I moaned against my hand, my stomach quivering as my climax built, heat tearing through my belly, more intense even than it had been when I’d ridden Rook’s hand earlier. I writhed, unable to move away from him as his hands held me to him.

The bolt within me exploded so suddenly it caught me off guard, and I broke, quivering violently, my thighs clenched either side of Rook’s head. My hand fell from my mouth as I gasped for breath, sure he’d done me in. How was he going to fuck me after that? I was a spent and ruined mess on the bed, biting my lip to suppress yet another moan as he gently kissed my thighs.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “You taste so fucking good.” He rose over me, leaning on his fists on the bed. “The idea was that you don’t end up on your back tonight, princess.”

“I know,” I replied breathily, “it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt much.”

“It’s not meant to hurt at all.” He lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing me hungrily. “Now,” he breathed against my ear. “Get on your knees.”

I surprised myself with the urgency with which I scrambled to do as he said, crawling up the bed. He leaned over me, taking my hands and placing them on the headboard. He pushed my hair aside, nipping at the nape of my neck.

“Now, princess,” he murmured, cupping my breast in his hand, “I’m going to take my time with you, and be very gentle.”

“Don’t be gentle,” I panted, rolling my hips, desperate to close the distance between us. “Please, Rook-”

He seized my hair in his fist, pulling my head up. His teeth raked along my jawline. “My needy little Fae.” He chuckled. “If you need me to stop, you tell me, alright?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He jerked my head back harder, so his lips were against my forehead. “You promise?”

“I promise, I promise.” His cock press against my leg, hot and hard, and so close to where I wanted him. “Please, please, I want to feel you inside me, please, Rook.”

He growled as his fingertips raked against my scalp. “Hearing you beg for me.Fuck.” His fingers traced teasingly between my thighs. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you, princess?”

“Ye-yes,” I gasped.