Page 67 of The King’s Man (The Kingdom of the Krow #3)
I grasped her hips, fingers digging into that plush skin and pulled her down hard. She cried out with pleasure and her throat jumped, her grip on my wrists tightening as beautifully as her body clenched on me.
“Lean back,” I breathed. “Let me see you.”
Diadre gasped and tensed, but then I thrust into her again and she gave a sweet cry, then did as I asked, leaning back, away from me, her hips tilting forward and up and her knees spreading so I could watch myself take her.
The wildfire consumed me.
Gasping, grunting, calling for her, I tipped my chin to my chest to drink in the sight of her taking me, her body loose and desperate—and full of me.
Was there any sight more erotic? More carnal? More sweet?
I bellowed her name and watched her flesh blush as I picked up the pace and she rode me, her hips jerking, her body tensing, tightening. Her nipples were tight rivets, puckered and sweet, turned up to the sun and I yearned to taste them again, but she was almost at her climax, and I couldn’t stop.
I shook with need for her, begging God to let her come before I did, begging her.
“Come for me, beautiful,” I rasped, reaching to rub her with my thumb and cursing when she gasped and tightened on me in response. “Come for me… come for me, Dee… that’s my girl… oh, fuck.”
A jolt of pleasure rocked through me and I curled my toes to fight the release. “Dee… shit, Dee—”
“Don’t stop, Jann… please…” she breathed and I shook my head, vowing to die before I’d fail her, but my body trembling as I tipped closer and closer to that edge.
Then her breathing sharpened, punctuated with little cries and her body tensed. I pulled her down onto me as I thrust up with my hips and her head snapped up. Her eyes flew open and locked with mine.
And then she was there, in my head as well and it seemed my entire being was hers.
‘I love you, Jann… I fucking love you.’
Tearing out of my control, that wave of pleasure crashed over me, washing up my spine as I roared her name and pulled her down onto me, her skin flushed and mouth open as she cried for me.
“Jann… ohgodJann—”
“I’ve got you—I’ve got… holy shit I’m coming, Dee! ”
‘IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou—”
Her joy punctuating my pleasure tore through my chest, snapping the bond wide open like a horse bolting through the pasture gate. She’d cracked my ribs and revealed my heart, and the power that coursed through me took me at my soul.
Without my permission, my body jolted—and my wings manifested, snapping out from my shoulder blades and overbalancing the hammock in a blink.
Mid-roar from that overwhelming orgasm, I bellowed and clawed at her, pulling her over me as we tumbled out of the hammock to the ground, praying that I’d keep her from harm, but my entire world soaked in shock and joy.
When the dust settled, I was curled on the ground, my wings flat in the dirt, and Diadre still seated on me, her fingers dug into my chest… laughing her ass off.
“It’s not funny,” I spluttered. “That hasn’t happened… I mean, I don’t… that’s not—”
She laughed so hard, she kept clenching on me, which only made my already sensitive body twitch harder, which made me jolt and jerk—which made her laugh more.
“Is that… like… a thing for you?” she gasped a few moments later when she could get her tongue around words.
I was still sweaty and shaking, blinking through my shock and trying to figure out what had happened. My wings hadn’t manifested against my will since I was an adolescent and…
“It’s actually a very personal issue,” I said tightly. Which only made her laugh harder.
With a growl, I curled up and pulled her down to my chest, resisting when she struggled—but she had no strength because she was still laughing.
“So, if I told Yilan—”
“You will not say a word,” I snarled.
“Oh God, my stomach hurts—you should have seen your face.”
“I’m glad my humiliation entertains you,” I muttered.
She was still twitching with laughter, still snorting, but she stifled it and lifted her head from where I had her pinned to my chest, meeting my eyes with hers full of tears of mirth. She still fought laughter, but she freed one of her arms and reached for my face.
“I’m glad that you’re… abandoned with me,” she said softly, then bit her lip when I softened.
I released my hold on her and cupped her face, feeling vulnerable, but so touched.
“But I’m definitely telling Melek,” she whispered, then planted a kiss on my lips and shoved off my chest, running from me.
With a roar and a prayer for my back, I leaped to my feet and took off after her, my longer, stronger legs giving her no chance.
I had her caught in seven strides and whipped her off her feet, picking her up under my good arm, and ignoring her beating fists and cackles of laughter, running both of us straight into the freezing lake.
Her shrieks turned frantic and she struggled, jerking, trying to push out of my arms before I ran her into the water—so I swung her up and away, tossing her into the lake.
There was a moment when she looked comical—eyes wide, hands clawed, legs akimbo as she twirled through the air, then she hit the icy water with a splash and her screams turned into gurgles.
With a chuckle of my own, I dived after her coming up with my arms under her back and knees as she scrambled for the surface and lifting her up and out of the water.
She gasped and threw her arms around my neck, spluttering and cursing.
And I smiled.
And though I had to throw her into the water three more times before she’d stop teasing me, when we finally made it back to the bank and she twisted her hair to wring it out, then hurried to find a shirt to dry her body and I helped her rub her pebbled skin until it flushed red with the friction, I couldn’t stop smiling.
My chest was tight, but with a pinch of emotion.
And as we dried off and discussed washing our clothes in the lake because all that movement had loosened up my back and I was feeling improved, I thanked God for her.
And prayed—fervently and repeatedly—that He’d keep her safe when I couldn’t. Because I wanted more moments like this. Many, many more.
Please.