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The threat was back in his voice, his tone deepening to a low growl that had my toes curling in response.

“After I’m done memorizing your sweet cunt with my tongue, I’m going to make you come for me, Camillia De la Croix. As many fucking times as I demand. Because this is my pussy to please. And you, my darling little queen, are going to take every fucking thing I give you.And more.”

CHAPTER 48

TYPHOS

Camillia’s submission tasted sweeter than I could ever have anticipated. My strong, stubborn queen had finally let go and let me truly lead.

It was a gift, one I intended to reward.

But first, I wanted to touch her. Explore her.Learn her.

Because Godsdamn, she was a sight to behold. Her long legs spread. Her pussy glistening. Her clit swollen and needy.

It took restraint not to lean down and take her. To force my tongue inside her and drive her over the edge into oblivion.

However, my little siphon needed to be utterly out of her mind before I let her fall. It was the only way to properly introduce her to the beauty of submitting.

Kneeling between her thighs, I took hold of one foot to lift her ankle to my lips. Her eyes fell closed as I kissed her there, my mouth moving slowly up her calf to her knee, and then along her inner thigh all the way up to her weeping slit.

However, rather than lick her like I wanted to, I repeated the actions on her opposite leg.

She squirmed a little but didn’t protest. Nor did she try to command me. “You’re doing very well, my queen,” I told her softly as I returned her foot to the bed.

Camillia swallowed in response, her skin flushed with heat. It was a pretty sight, the blush traveling down to her beautiful tits—a sight that made my mouth water.

Humming, I crawled over her, my towel still tucked around my waist, and settled between her splayed thighs. It wasn’t at all what I said I was going to do, but her breasts desperately needed my attention.

So I bent my head to take one hard nipple into my mouth.And sucked.

Her back bowed in response, her hands fisting in the sheets. But my obedient queen didn’t try to force me to do anything else. She just let me play. Explore. Lick. Nip.Bite.

I rewarded her by lavishing her tits with my affection, my mouth memorizing every inch of her soft skin before tonguing her stiff little peaks.

She whimpered, her thighs tensing against me. I sank my teeth into her breast, right above her rosy tip, and smiled at the gasp she released.

Her pleasure-pain tolerance was high, which suited the sadist inside me. I fully intended to test those boundaries in time. But for now, I just used my mouth on her to create little love bites all over her chest.

She started when I moved up higher to kiss her, my lips claiming hers in a bruising demand that left her breathless when I finished.

“Such a good queen, letting your king worship every inch of you,” I praised her as I palmed her tit and gave it a not-so-gentle squeeze. “I think I could play with your breasts all night, Camillia.” I pressed my lips to her ear. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I touched a woman like this?”

I started a path downward now, my lips caressing her throat and her breasts again before dipping to her belly button and further to her soft mound.

“Thousands of years,” I told her, answering the question I’d asked her.

My mouth hovered right over her clit as I glanced up to find her eyes wide as she stared down at me.

It seemed my response surprised her. Though, it really shouldn’t have, as I’d said as much a few minutes ago. But perhaps the information still shocked her.

Melek had been my only lover since my fall, a truth she could no doubt hear in my mind.

Just as she could hear my intentions now.

Still, I voiced them out loud by saying, “You’ll have to endure thousands of years of thirst, Camillia. Because it’s been a very, very long time since I feasted on a woman’s flesh. And your pussy is the most divine of them all.”

I didn’t give her a chance to process my words. Because I couldn’t wait a second longer to properly taste her.