Page 17 of The Warlord’s Princess (Warlords of Tempest #3)

Grabbing both breasts, he nuzzles my sensitive flesh, teasing and licking my nipples until they are painfully stiff.

“More,” I moan, pushing down on his shoulders and lifting my hips.

“I see that my Little Vaeyark is greedy,” he says in a light, whimsical tone.

My heart blooms at his ownership of me.

Wasting no time, he licks straight up my seam, his tongue working its way through my folds to the sensitive bud that throbs for him.

“Is this what my Little Vaeyark likes?” he teases, licking the nub again and again until my mind fails me.

A cry escapes my throat, and I bite my palm, forcing myself to remain silent.

“I’m…I’m…”

His tongue circles faster, every illicit lick drawing me closer to the release he gave me yesterday in the cave.

“Yes…” I cry. “Just like that.”

He growls against me, sucking my nub into his mouth, pulling gently, his fingers digging into my thighs.

I come undone.

I curl forward, sex pulsing, every muscle in my body tensing as I ride the high of my release.

Bliss flows through me like water down a stream, lifting me higher and higher until I crash back down, landing softly.

How is it possible for such feelings to exist? I’d spend all day in bed, if I could, never leaving this very hut.

I sit up, feeling jittery from the rush.

Ramsey pulls away, his cheeks so dark, they look black.

I scan down his body, seeing an enormous bulge in his pants, remembering how proud it stood in the cave.

I suddenly realize that he must be as frustrated as I was. But I don’t know what to do.

“Do you want me to touch it?” I ask, my voice quiet.

“Desperately.”

I hop off the table, and we kneel facing each other. I bring my hands to the ties at his waist, swiftly undoing them and pulling his pants down, releasing his cock.

It’s enormous, with a milky pearl at the tip. I try to remember what to do, but draw a blank.

“Show me how…”

He brings my hand to his length, which feels like hard velvet. I give it a light rub, and he groans, encouraging me to continue.

I move up and down his shaft, reveling in the feeling of power I have over him.

His breathing turns to a pant, and he pulls my hand off to spit in my palm.

“Oh…”

I grab him again, tugging up and down the length, enjoying the look on his face as his features twist in a mixture of bliss and torture.

“Would you like me to lick it?” I ask.

His eyes pop open, bulging.

“I’m probably not very good, but I could try.”

“Please…”

“How do you like it?”

He shrugs. “I do not know.”

“You mean you’ve never had sex?”

He gives an annoyed snort. “I have mated well, but I have never had a woman offer me her mouth.”

“Would you like me to go ask Elena or Meg what to do?”

His eyes flicker with torment.

“I was just kidding.”

I grab his cock in both my hands and bend, bringing my mouth to the tip.

“Sweet Tempest,” he sighs as my mouth envelopes his head. The pearly liquid on top is salty and sweet, more agreeable than I thought it would be.

I work my way down as much as I can, trying my best to please him. Judging by the way he’s panting, his fingers threading through my hair, his hips softly jerking, I’d say I’m doing a decent job. Which makes me want to do it more.

Ever since we were told we must couple with the men, I thought of what this might be like, always scrunching my nose at the act.

Now that I’m actually doing it, I can’t help but move faster and harder, excited to bring Ramsey pleasure.

It’s a confusing sensation. One I could grow addicted to.

That is, if I ever get to do it again.

Just under his cock is an enormous sac. I reach down with one hand, cupping it, feeling two large egg-like ovals.

He hisses, his breath growing choppy, his fingers starting to dig.

I pull off his cock, tilt my head to the side, and nibble gently at the sac, sucking one large egg into my mouth.

“So…good…”

Returning to his cock, I suck down further, moving faster, applying more pressure, paying attention to how he reacts, so that I might please him better.

“Close…” he growls, his hips jerking back and forth.

Three bobs of my head later, his cock throbs as he releases into my mouth.

I try to swallow it all down, but he comes endlessly, overflowing my mouth and splashing onto my breasts.

I can’t believe I did this. I made Ramsey lose his mind.

The strange pulse livens between my thighs again, greedy to be further claimed.

But Ramsey has given no indication that he wants anything more than a quick release.

Finally, he pulls me off his cock, and for a long moment, looks at me, his expression deadpan, his eyes studying.

Without a word, he grabs a cloth and cleans me. Then he lifts me, bringing me to his bed.

My heart races in my chest as he climbs in next to me, because I don’t know what this is, and that scares me.

He sighs contently, his hand finding my breasts, toying with my sensitive nipples.

Instead of being fearful, I allow myself to get lost in endless possibilities. In a future where I am not weak, and he holds me above all others. One that we forge for ourselves, without obligation.

I allow myself to wonder what it would feel like to be cherished and loved.

But deep down, I know a truth that the other maidens do not. That love is not for everyone, and sometimes, the people you desire the most wound you the deepest.