Page 186 of The Throne Seeker

She looked up into his conquering eyes as he brought his lips back to hers.

“Gods, you’re perfection,” he murmured against her lips. “If I knew how good you tasted, I would’ve done that a lot sooner.”

She kissed him back, her body still weak.

He began to move back down her body, but she sat up.

“No. It’s my turn.” Taking control, she pulled him down onto his back on the blanket beside her. He let her pin him to the floor, switching positions as she straddled him.

She ran her hands down his scarred chest, her lips following them down, past his belly button and lower.

Her hand got there first, wrapping gently around him, stroking his silky, swollen skin with gentleness.

Roman took a sharp breath as his jaw clenched, every muscle engaging beneath hers.

Her lips went to where her hand was, kissing the tip as she stroked him, getting a sample of the sweet, sticky liquid already leaking there. She moved her tongue downward, licking him from top to bottom, ever so slowly teasing him.

“Good gods,” he uttered hoarsely, drenched in desire.

Without warning, she took all of him into her mouth.

He bucked, hissing. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull.

She smirked in pride around him, taking him in smooth, slow strokes, allowing herself time to grow accustomed to every inch, flicking the edge of him with her tongue.

He moaned as she took him deeper, attempting to reach for her, but she swatted his hand away, wanting him to know how it felt.

“Look at me,” he commanded with such a low, pleasured voice, she obliged.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, her mouth still around him.

Somehow, the small gesture was his breaking point.

He let out what she could only describe as a feral growl before he pushed her back gently but firmly, forcing her off him. “Come here,” he breathed.

Her two favorite words from him, she decided.

He swept her up off the floor, wrapping her arms and legs around his waist and carrying her over to the bed as he kissed her hungrily.

He practically threw her onto the sheets, his golden eyes lost in desire as he towered over her. “I’m taking you,” he warned. “I’m taking all of you—your body and soul. And I’m never giving it back,” he swore to her as he nudged her legs apart.

She let out a small whimper, feeling him at her entrance.

“You are mine.” His lips went to her neck again, biting it gently. “Say it,” he demanded.

“I’m yours,” she stated breathlessly.

His eyes softened. “Say it again.”

A plea.

“I’m yours,” she said, swallowing hard, then in a softer, submissive whisper, “I’m yours,” she repeated, her hand going up to cup the side of his face, willingly giving herself over to him.

His fingers softly but firmly wrapped around her jaw, turning her face away from his as he leaned closer, bringing his lips next to her ear. “And I am yours,” he whispered to her soul.

He entered her with one smooth motion.

She sucked in a sharp breath while Roman let out an uncontrolled sound she’d never heard in her twenty-four years.