Page 8 of Waves (Tangled Crowns #6)

And then his mouth broke away from mine and his lips ran across my jaw, trailed down my neck.

His hands shoved me upward so that my breasts were just in front of his face.

Tongue darting out, he licked one nipple before sucking it into his mouth–hard.

So hard that a wordless plea erupted from my throat, a plea for him to keep going.

Sucking on that nipple, his hands shifted my hips, gently lifting and lowering me, rubbing my core against the tip of his hard cock through our clothes.

My fingernails carved crescents into the hard muscles of his shoulders as my mind became a lightning storm, crackling with sharp intensity. Flaring with streaking jolts of bright euphoria as I grew nearer to my own peak.

His cock twitched against me and my thighs started to quake. I tried to wrest control from him, but my soldier merely took the cue and used his hands to buck my entire body harder against his own.

Mesmerized by the sensations, my eyes closed so that my focus homed in on the flick of Felipe’s tongue against my nipple, the bulge of his hard dick against me, the press of his muscular body against mine.

Even the texture of his shirt added to the myriad of sensations and I realized that I enjoyed being undressed even though he was not.

I enjoyed being both submissive and exposed to him but also the center of every bit of his focus, so much so that his own pleasure took a back seat.

A restless energy built deep inside of me, prompting my hips to move of their own accord.

Felipe increased the tempo even further, letting me ride his body until I was quaking, breathing hard, a trickle of sweat trailing down the back of my neck.

And then. There it was.

My lungs grew tight, and my body exploded, the intensity blasting through me and shattering my bones. I was powerless to stop the trembling that radiated through my lips and made my head droop forward, my neck unable to keep me upright as my climax screamed through me.

When I grew limp, Felipe slowly released my nipple and lowered me onto his lap. Staring up at him, I knew my gaze was full of unshielded wonder.

His hand cupped my cheek. “How was that?”

It took me a long moment to find my voice. “I never want to leave this tent.”

His satisfied chuckle was a sound I tucked away into the vault with my most precious memories.

But my statement was serious. When Felipe moved to shift me off his lap, I leaned forward and bit gently at his collarbone. “No. You don’t get to pleasure me and walk away, sir. We aren’t finished.”

“We aren’t?” His blue brow quirked.

“Not even close.” And though my push was soft enough that he could have easily resisted, he fell back onto the bed with a grin.

Curling forward over him, I kissed his pulse, delighted to find it was humming already. Making my way down his neck, my mouth dappled more kisses across his collarbone. Dainty brushes of my lips countered the salacious way I swiveled my hips on his lap.

He groaned and I grinned, loving the ability I had to drive him nearly as mad as he did me.

But when I reached for his breeches, I startled myself with a poignant realization that made me pull back.

Felipe’s brow furrowed, the scar running through it becoming even more prominent. “What is it?” he panted, clearly not wanting to stop.

“Um…wouldn’t you feel more comfortable…with your normal mer form?” I asked, hesitantly.

His lush mouth ticked up in a private grin as one of his hands slid down my ass, over my hip and down to my knee, before reversing course. “I have a little confession.”

I tilted my head in curiosity, my hair dragging against my neck and tumbling down my shoulder.

“I love legs.” His palm glided down again and gently squeezed me mid-thigh, using touch to emphasize his point. “Every time I see your legs…it just…” He trailed off, but I felt his cock swelling even more against me, letting me infer that he didn’t just like when I had legs.

“If you’re sure.”

He nodded and I gave him a soft smile before returning to teasing him, dragging my fingernails gently down the linen shirt before helping him lean up and pull it off.

Staring at his bare chest, I had to take a second to catch my breath because I could hardly believe he was real.

Who had abs that defined? No one. My hand swept over them, unable to resist. And then my touch moved lower.

Lifting my hips, I worked the drawstring at his breeches. His hands quickly helped me, and he shoved the material down, letting it bunch roughly at his knees before he impatiently yanked me back down to him so that we were skin to skin.

The press of him so close brought me back to the edge of frantic. Our lips reconnected and immediately his hands sank into my hair, alternating between pressing me so close I almost couldn’t breathe and yanking me back with a fistful of my hair so that his lips trailed fire down my neck.

I ground down on him, wetness coating his length as his lips found my breast again. As they closed on my nipple, I reached between us and grabbed onto his length, pumping twice before guiding him inside.

The heat of our connection made me gasp. Immediately, my mind was swaying drunkenly, senses overwhelmed. I was caught off balance, ready to tumble.

My palms slid up those delicious abs and over his chest as I forced myself to stay upright and grind down on him in tight little circles, lower and lower, until he was completely inside of me.

His hands clamped down on my lower back and shifted me forward, planting his feet on the mattress beneath me. And then, with me hovering above him, he began to stroke into me. Long, hard thrusts that smashed our pelvic bones together. That let his balls smack hard into my body.

When he released my nipple, my breasts started to sway adding an extra pulling sensation that traveled down my spine and made my back arch.

“God, yes,” I murmured, my wings fluttering, sending the current within the room spinning. Or maybe it was me.

Staring down into Felipe’s navy eyes was like diving into a cave in the darkest depths of the ocean without a single fear.

Emotion tore at me as I watched him come apart, surging up into me, fingers digging in, but never too much.

The sight of my great protector coming undone sent me over the edge and as he flooded me with his own pleasure, I found mine again.

My body clamped down tight on him as my thighs trembled and shook and my mind unhooked from reality, floating away.

Drifting peacefully through the ether. When I came back to myself, Felipe gently drew me down on top of him, kissing my forehead as I settled my cheek onto his chest. After a long moment restored our heart rates to normal, I gave a long sigh of contentment, turning my head enough to place a kiss on one of his biceps.

His arms reached up to encircle me and began to gently trace over the patterns on my wings again. He was in danger of making me fall asleep before I cleaned up, but I couldn’t find it in me to care for a happy, velvety laziness meandered through my head.

“Avia,” Felipe murmured softly. “She could have killed you. Don’t you ever do something like that again. Promise me.”

Though his words tugged at my empty chest, I closed my eyes and pretended to be falling sleep because I knew I couldn’t make the promise Felipe wanted … but I also couldn’t lie to him.

If I ever stood a chance of ruling Okeanos, I’d need to be able to control my magic, which meant practicing with Lizza again.

Even with magic, I wouldn’t necessarily be safe.

A queen’s life was danger. It always would be.