Page 72 of Shadow Throne King
I shivered, hiccupping a moan, and he grinned against my lips.
“Oh?” he teased, his breath warm as he moved down to my neck. I was the one pressing him to the bed, but it felt as though he was the one in charge. “I told you I wanted to wait. I cannot let them have this piece of you.”
“They’re frozen. Naî is giving us a few hours to ourselves.” I sat back, grinding my ass against his hardening cock. “Tallu?—”
I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. Naî wasn’t wrong. Ever since we had begun this journey, Tallu and I had beentrapped playing the roles the Dogs and Kennelmaster expected of us. Even now in the Lakeshore Palace, we played at emperor and consort. We hadn’t been able to speak freely about the true purpose of any of our plans. I had only been able to tell him about Asahi a few hours ago, the first time someone couldn’t have been listening to us, and I had no idea if he had similar observations and thoughts to share with me.
I had never thought I would yearn to be locked in a room with the emperor I had to kill, but the memory of our hours together in Tallu’s quarters at the Mountainside Palace left me with a hole in my heart that ached. I needed him.
I missed the sex, the physical contact. But I neededhim. I needed the man who made me feel not so alone, the man who understood what we were doing and why we were doing it.
Tallu didn’t wait. Holding my hips, he rolled us, landing heavily on my pelvis but using his hands to keep himself hovering above me, not quite collapsing onto my chest. His mouth lowered to my neck, pressing kisses along the sensitive flesh.
“Do you know how long I’ve been yearning for this?” he asked, each word sending sparks across my skin. “In the bath?—”
He thrust his hips forward, his cock so hard that I could feel it straining against his undergarments.
I moaned, whimpering as he thrust again and again, grinding against me, the friction of cloth on my cock not quite enough. My ass ached from riding a horse all day, but I wanted him to give me more of that pain, that ache of completeness. I reached up, desperately pawing at his clothing, my fingers fisting in the soft fabric.
He chuckled, sitting up just far enough to yank his shirt off. I tried to follow, but he pinned me with one hand. Then, he lowered his mouth, nibbling and sucking my nipples through my shirt. I cried out, whining and writhing underneath him.
The fabric was soaking wet when he pulled back, his breath hot, and through the moisture, I could feel his words on my hard nipple. “Do you know what you do to me? Dressed like a merchant, so much of your skin on display? I had to sit in the cart and watch you day after day, knowing that I could never touch you.”
“You can touch me now,” I said. “Tallu, touch me. Take me.”
He grinned wickedly, returning his attention to my nipple, stroking the flat of his tongue over it. I couldn’t bear how desperately hard I was, how even the slightest touch of his hand would take me over the edge.
His hips kept me pressed down, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me come, not yet, not when we had two hours to enjoy ourselves. Gently, he tugged at the hem of my shirt, and I lifted my shoulders just enough to let him pull it over my chest. As the soft fabric dragged over my hard nipples, it felt like torture, like the most magnificent form of it.
I shut my eyes, so I wouldn’t see the worshipful expression on his face. It shocked me when he reached down my pants, fisting my hard cock.
I saw white, my entire back arching, nearly shoving him off me as I came, pulsing and hot over his tight fingers. He continued to work me through the aftershocks until the merest touch of his hand became painful. I grabbed hold of his wrist and opened my eyes to see him grinning down at me.
He pulled his hand free from my pants and then began licking his fingers clean. I shuddered again, sure my body had found some more to give. I jerked uncontrollably, two weeks of yearning distilled down to one moment of pleasure.
“You haven’t—” My tongue couldn’t quite finish, my brain still five steps behind as I struggled to come up with a coherent sentence.
“You don’t think we’re done, do you?” Tallu’s deep voice sent a ripple of anticipation up my spine. He pulled back, just far enough to pull my pants down, taking my undergarments with them. When he freed my legs, he bent his head, suckling on my soft cock, licking at the come that hadn’t gotten on his hand.
I moaned, sparks of pleasure interrupting my vision. Scrunching my eyes, I laced my fingers in his hair, fisting his soft curls. I could feel his grin, and he pulled off my still-soft cock.
Then there was a rustle, and he pulled something out of his robe. I blinked open my eyes, frowning when I saw a silver tin. He dipped in one finger and sat back on his heels before gently lifting one of my legs to his shoulder.
“I thought we weren’t—you said you didn’t want them to hear.” I felt both my eyebrows go up, whatever thoughts I had scattering in the face of his absolute focus.
“I was going to order them out. We were not going to be sleeping,” he said. “Their services would not be necessary until I had worn you out. Only you fell asleep soquickly.”
All I managed was a hysterical whimper in response.
Frowning in concentration, he circled his forefinger around my entrance, pressing just the tip of his finger inside before pulling back. I gasped, my hips jerking forward.
He closed his eyes for a moment before dipping his finger in again, circling, circling, then unrelenting pressure before my body yielded, allowing the entire digit inside.
I nearly screamed, the sound so desperate and hungry and torn from my chest. He left his finger inside, not even moving it, his eyes fixed on my face. I wasn’t sure what my expression showed other thanwant.
Finally, my breath evened out, and I inhaled. “Tallu. More.”
“Are you sure?” Tallu asked. And it was as though I was seeing him for the first time all over again. His gentleness, his kindness: the parts of himself that he saved only for me.