Page 86 of In The Dark
I whimper, gripping the edge of his tunic, frantically lifting to reveal the hard muscle beneath. But before I can sit up on my elbows to glance at him, he yanks me to the edge of the bed by my knees with a hungry growl. Then without warning, his head is suddenly between my thighs, grazing his nose toward the very center of me.
“Fuck,” I gasp when he grazes my thigh with his teeth, my hand flying to his hair.
“Just what I wanted.”He pushes the thought out, groaning against my skin.“To spread these legs with my own two hands, feeling you soaked for me. Is this what you wanted—me on my kneeswith my head between your legs?”
He quickly reminds me of what I said at the brothel when we first met, and good gods, I love every second of it.
“I thought that…” I pant, grasping at his auburn hair, “kings didn’t kneel for anyone.”
He chuckles, the throaty sound vibrating against my core when his hands travel up my soft thighs. He spreads me wider, his grip tightening as my night slip inches over my hips to reveal myself completely bare and soaking wet. He groans, his mouth suddenly so close to the spot I need him as the warmth of his breath caresses my skin.
“Are you surprised that I’m kneeling for you?”he asks just as his tongue swirls over my clit, leaving me to cry out and drop my head. I lose all sense of reality as my world tilts.
Then his whole mouth is on me—devouring and sending stars of pleasure across my vision. My hips drive up, grinding against his mouth as sharp moans slip out, unable to restrain myself. His hands grip my thighs, pinning me, leaving me to growl in frustration as I chase my release.
“Look at me,”he grumbles, my eyes flicking down. His gaze finds mine in the dim light, watching from between my legs as his tongue swirls over me. A simmering heat scorches my blood when my hips grind into him again, my mouth parting on a gasp.“Fucking beautiful,”he says.“But I want to hear you cry for me.”
My heart races, tight pressure coiling low—too fast. I’m suddenly teetering on the edge of my release when he pushes in two fingers, driving them into me right before he curls—oh, fuck.
Legs trembling, I suddenly cry out, the sound sharp and wild as my release explodes from me. He straightens, leaving me no time to recover when his fingers slide out. Towering above, he watches me pant for breath before sticking them in his mouth, tasting me.
Heat sears across my damp skin, slick with sweat as I watchhim lick me off his fingers. With eager eyes, I finally get a good look at him.Breathtaking.
His skin ripples in the moonlight, revealing the hard lines and taut muscle beneath, as if he were carved by the Stone Shapers themselves. Swirls of dark ink travels down the left side of his neck and onto his chest, and I quickly notice that his injuries have fully healed from earlier this week.
My eyes rake over every inch of his body. The lingering high of my climax heats my skin, escalating to a frightening level. A flash of hunger forms in his eyes, and then they narrow slightly, darkening his features as a menacing grin plays on his lips.
“I bet you feel just as good as you taste,” he says.
His fingers work the ties of his pants before they suddenly flutter to the floor, leaving my lips parting when my eyes land on the hard length of his cock.
Long and thick, a vein runs down the length of him. Oh gods.I’ve been with a few males, but I haven’t been with any that looked like…that.
My breath hitches in anticipation when he steps forward, settling himself between my legs, leaving my core clenching. His hands grip the collar of my night slip, my heart stopping the moment he rips it right down the middle, freeing my breasts from the thin material. He reaches forward, taking my breast in his hand before pinching a nipple, leaving me to cry out in surprise.
“Do me a favor, little fawn.” He lifts my hips, pushing the head of his cock against me when he rolls his hips—teasing. “Try not to scream. I’d hate to wake the castle.” And he drives his hips forward.
“Oh gods…” My mouth falls open as a pleasurable, shocking cry passes my lips, forcing my head back from the pressure of him stretching me.What the fuck?
“You’re fucking perfect,” he pants, his chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm, as if battling for control.
His hands glide up my body before grabbing the crook of my shoulder, just above my collarbone, and he thrusts once more—slow yet sure. Savoring. His eyes squeeze shut, his lips parting on a moan like he’s soaking in every bit of me gripping him. The pleasure shooting through me is so intense, it’s intoxicating.
Yet he sets the pace, slow and controlled, pulling out only to deliberately drive himself into me as I adjust. But slow and controlled isn’t what my body is begging for right now—I need more.
“Are you going to fuck me or make love?” I ask, a mocking grin lining my mouth.
He shoots a hand out, gripping my neck. I let out a shocked gasp before he scoops an arm beneath me, pushing us further onto the bed.
As soon as I hit the pillows, he flips me over, pulling me up by a fistful of my hair. My back rests against his chest—on my knees, legs spread for him to enter from behind as I hover right above his cock.
“I thought you were going to behave for me tonight,” he mutters in my ear, pushing my hair aside. “You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?”
“When did I ever give you the impression that I was going tobehave?” I bite out.
“You didn’t,” he mutters, then forcefully pushes me down. “I guess that just means I can fuck it out of you.”
My face hits the pillows on a gasp as his hand rests on the middle of my back, holding me in place as if he’s inspecting me. Then a moment later, his head is between my legs again, tongue swirling.