Page 59

“Listen to me, Seashell,” Valda began, her chest rising and falling with her hard breaths. “I want you to say my name.”

Maris swallowed hard, her hand clutching Valda’s powerful forearm, eyes searching at her features. To call her by her name would be too intimate, too provocative.

“I want you to whimper my name when you come.”

Releasing Maris, Valda concentrated on the buttons of her clothing, undoing them as fast as she could. Maris watched her struggle until something inside of her snapped. She pushed the queen’s hands away, undoing the buttons and ignoring that, in her desperation, she tore a couple of them. If Valda heard them clattering on the ground, she didn’t care. That, or she was as desperate to taste her as Maris was to taste Valda.

As she revealed the queen’s wrapped chest, her mouth watered with the need to press her lips to the smooth skin. But before she could react, Valda pulled at her dress, revealing thick, strong thighs to the cold night’s air.

“Off,” Valda commanded, dragging Maris’s dress over her shoulders and tossing it aside, forgotten on the chamber’s floor. Her hands flew to the now exposed skin of Maris’ back, ass and waist.

“Oh, blessed be the gods,” Valda whispered between heated kisses to Maris’ jaw, neck, and finally her shoulder. Maris quivered as Valda painted her skin with brushes of pure lust. Her skin came alive with every stroke of her lips, with every harsh, demanding caress of her hands. “Bless them for gifting you with this body.” Valda groaned, her hands digging into Maris’s ass before removing her undergarment, cupping her hard enough to lift her from the ground. “I will take my time tasting all of you.”

Liquid lust pooled between Maris’s thighs at the hoarseness of Valda’s voice. The queen’s need was palpable, and the way she touched her, how she voiced her cravings for her made her pussy throb, knowing well that the queen was a woman of her word. She had never felt self-conscious of her body, but she had never felt this wanted in her life.

Maris closed her eyes when Valda’s teeth scraped her neck, touching the pillar of muscle, begging for submission, which she wasn’t ready to give just yet. Her breath was labored, her heart was hammering, and wetness dripped down her thighs.

“Valda.” The name came out more like a whisper, beseeching the other woman to do as she pleased. She pulled at her pants and pushed the queen to the large bed.

Valda wasn’t having any of that. She growled, grabbed Maris by her throat, stopping her from moving altogether.

Maris froze, her hand flying to grip Valda’s taut forearm, fearing that she had done something wrong to provoke the other woman's anger. But Valda wasn’t angry, she was fighting to stay in control.

“Stop.” Valda’s voice was drenched with lust. She was on the verge of losing all sense of control, and Maris was more than happy to take the reins if needed. Though she yearned to be under Valda’s command. Valda brought her back to reality with a soft squeeze, easing the fog of desire enough to listen. “I am the one in control.” Valda breathed over Maris’s parted and moist lips. “Don’t forget who I am.”

“But I want to sooth your worries.” Maris was the one that initiated, and although she felt she wasn’t supposed to do so, having Valda reciprocate her desire fueled her need. She wanted to please her, make her forget about everything, at least for tonight.

Valda shook her head. “No. Let me… You deserve as much as pleasure as you are willing to give to me.”

With a growl, Valda claimed her mouth in a rough, violent kiss. Her arms enveloped Maris’s waist, and Valda deftly spun them around, causing Maris to land gracefully on the bed, her legs playfully dangling from the edge.

Valda positioned herself by the bed, leaning in with her hands on either side of Maris’s supple torso. Without hesitation, her lips descended on Maris’s skin, tenderly caressing the silky plains of her stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.

“My Queen,” Maris managed to say in between shudders and gasps, her voice strained with desire. She doubted she could form a coherent sentence if Valda kept touching her the way she was.

“No. Say my name again...” Valda whispered, withdrawing slightly to allow her hands to continue the tender caresses that her lips had begun. “I want to hear my name on your lips. Say it again.”

Maris, overcome with longing, pulled Valda up and kissed her with urgency, the howling wind inside her head drowning out everything else. She felt dizzy and lost, but the only anchor was the firm, calloused hands of the warrior spreading her legs. Maris gasped, looking down to see Valda’s hands on either thigh, parting her with purposeful intent.

“Valda, wait.”

“Should I?” Valda shuddered and leaned closer, pressing their clothed breasts together. “I can smell how wet you are for me.” She dipped her hand down Maris’s soft stomach, over the plush mound, and finally between her legs. Her fingertips slipped through Maris’s wetness. Maris gasped, joined by Valda’s groan.

“My dear Seashell.” Valda knitted her brows together, faking worry. “You are drenched…” She grinned, her face inches from Maris’s. “If you taste as sweet as you smell…” She pulled her hand away, bringing it to her lips and licking her middle finger before releasing a delighted sigh. She bit her lower lip, pulling Maris closer to the edge of the bed. “Gods, you taste as sweet as ambrosia.”

Maris propped herself on her elbows, looking down to witness the sight that had been plaguing her mind. The queen fell to her knees, pulled Maris closer until her ass was hanging from the edge of the bed. Her large and rough hands spread Maris’s legs wider and leaned her face closer.

The first glide of her tongue over Maris’s wet folds was wide, thick, taking in as much as she could in a single stroke. Valda closed her eyes in pure ecstasy as a deep rumble of pleasure erupted from deep within her.

The sudden caress undid Maris. Her eyes rolled back as Valda’s hands gripped her thick thighs roughly, blunt nails digging into soft flesh, keeping her obscenely open. With lips parted, Maris’s labored breathing and soft moans inundated the room, quieting down the noise inside her head until nothing more than them existed.

Valda’s strokes were slow, painfully slow. She licked her folds, from her opening all the way to her aching clit, circling it with the tip of her tongue, sending waves of ecstasy coiling and building at her lower stomach. Maris quivered underneath her tongue while her hand searched for something to hold on to. She fisted the silk bed sheet, anchoring herself before opening her eyes and daring to look down. Valda was buried between her legs, eyes closed as if she was devouring a pomegranate.

Suddenly, Valda pulled away, licking her lips and pressing her cheek to Maris’s luscious thighs. The queen seemed to be struggling with her own desire, as if she was on the edge of coming just by eating Maris out.

However, Maris wanted none of that, Valda couldn’t leave her on the edge of orgasm. If she needed to grab her by the hair and pull her back between her thighs…

“No, no, please. Don’t stop.”