Page 31 of The Last Knight (The Cursed Kingdom #5)

Wrapped in his arms, her body relaxed completely, and for the first time in days, Aubrey drifted into sleep with a full heart and peace in her soul.

A delicious, slow-building sensation stirred Aubrey from sleep. Awareness returned in a hazy wave, and she immediately remembered. Gunther’s room. His bed. His arms.

The room was draped in a soft, golden hue, the earliest rays of morning sun spilling through the curtains. The gentle light fell across the sheets and cast just enough light to see.

Her eyes fluttered open, only to fall closed again as a shiver of pleasure swept through her.

Gunther’s mouth was trailing up the curve of her neck, each press of his lips so tender, so perfect.

When he reached the sensitive spot just below her ear, he lingered, his tongue circling slowly, deliberately, until her breath caught in her throat.

She remained facing away, her back tucked snugly against his chest, his warmth surrounding her.

His hand, large and sure, slid from her waist, fingertips trailing over her ribs before cupping her breast with reverent care.

The contact sent a jolt of sensation through her, and when his tongue flicked gently along the shell of her ear, she couldn’t hold back a soft moan.

“Gunther,” she whispered, instinctively pressing back into him. Her hips shifted, her bottom brushing against the unmistakable hardness nestled behind her.

He groaned quietly, his breath hot against her skin. The way he touched her, slow, unhurried, full of intent, made her body ache in the most exquisite way.

“Gunther…” she breathed, the word more air than sound, as his fingers teased her nipple through the thin fabric of her top. The friction was delicate yet electrifying, each caress sending trails of heat spiraling to her very core.

Needing him to join her, for his body to react to her touch the way hers did when he caressed her, Aubrey reached between them and encircled his thick erection, slowly moving her hand up and down the silken shaft until rewarded with a husky moan.

The flat of his palm moving down her body, claiming every inch, fueled the flames of passion. Every part of her burned, searing with need. Unable to withstand the wonderful assault as she continued to pleasure him, she threw her head back, turning her face so that he could take her mouth.

Still, both needed, wanted more.

The feel of him, hard and smooth in her hand, was almost too much to take. Silken skin stretched over the taut arousal, seemed to pulse as she stroked him. At the same time, his hands roamed her body, igniting every nerve they passed.

Gunther’s breath came hot and uneven, fanning across her neck and shoulder, the sound of it stirring something deep inside her. When his hand slipped beneath the delicate lace of her panties and found her center, her entire body arched in response.

Aubrey barely had time to cry out before his mouth claimed hers, catching the sound and turning it into something deeper, shared, intimate.

“I want you,” she gasped against his lips, the words tumbling from her in breathless desperation. “Gunther…”

But she couldn’t say more, couldn’tthink, because his fingers moved with devastating precision, teasing her slowly, coaxing her higher with every soft glide and subtle pressure.

She couldn’t resist. Her hips began to move with his rhythm, welcoming the way he slid his fingers deeper inside her, his thumb circling just right, in sync with the rising waves of sensation building low in her belly.

Her hands clutched the sheets as the tension inside her snapped. The climax hit hard, stealing her breath and trembling through every inch of her body. She cried out against his shoulder, her voice muffled by his skin as she shattered in his arms, undone by his touch.

Gunther’s heavy breathing fanned her skin as he turned her to lay flat, then climbed over her. His gaze delved into hers. “You are mine.”

“I am yours,” Aubrey replied, barely able to speak, aching for him all over again. She reached down between them. He groaned when her fingers closed around him.

She guided him to her, running the tip through her slick heat, teasing them both with slow glides. Each stroke sent sparks through her body, and the deep, throaty sounds that escaped him told her he felt it just as intensely.

Her body was on fire, wanting, waiting, desperate, and when he finally entered her, inch by inch, she felt every slow, delicious stretch. He withdrew slightly, then drove back in, deeper this time, his movements steady and purposeful.

She gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of sensation. A second release teased her edges, her body rising eagerly to meet his. She had never felt this way before, like her skin, her blood, her entire beinghad awakened in his arms.

Her hands slid down his back, fingers tracing the rippling lines of muscle. He was power and grace, every thrust precise, every movement designed to unravel her. His mouth found hers again, kissing, teasing, nipping, each sending sparks to her toes.

Then he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, the angle changing, intensifying. His pace quickened, deep and relentless, and Aubrey could do nothing but surrender to the wildfire building inside her.

She shattered again, crying out his name as the world fell away. He stayed with her through it, still moving within her, until at last he let out a deep, guttural moan.

His body tensed, every muscle taut, before he spilled into her with powerful, pulsing waves that shook him to the core.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Only the sound of their breathing filled the room, fast and ragged, their bodies slick with heat and sweat.

And just when she thought it was over, when her limbs felt like silk and her heart couldn’t beat any faster, Gunther slid his hand between them once more.

His fingers stroked her with a slow, steady rhythm, relentless and tender, until she arched again with a soft cry, fell over the edge one last time.

They collapsed side by side, breathless and entwined, the bedsheets tangled around them. Aubrey blinked up at the ceiling, still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling in sync with his beside her.

She turned her head, meeting his gaze, and in his expression, she saw everything she needed to know.

She was his. And he was very much hers.

“Ohmygod,” Aubrey said running the words together. “Your shoulder. I forgot.”

He turned to look at her, lips parted as he breathed. “I am not hurt.” He sat up and pulled the blankets up to cover them.

Her entire body feeling like jelly, Aubrey snuggled against him and put her head on his chest. “I can’t believe it. This was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

His chuckle rumbled under her ear. “I am flattered.”

She lifted her head and gave him a playful smirk. “You should be.”