Page 90 of Wrathful King

I pushed my own hand into my panties. As he concentrated his attention on my nipples, sucking and tugging on my taut peaks with his teeth and hot tongue, I rubbed my clit faster and harder. My skin was on fire.

Locking eyes with him, I breathed, “I need you inside me.”

Not wasting any time, he stood and slid my panties down my thighs, his knuckles brushing against my scars.

“Never again, cinnamon girl,” he rasped roughly, tenderly caressing one of the scars on my thigh. “If you’re in pain, you come to me.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. “I’ll come to you,” I vowed, kicking the panties off my feet.

He lowered down onto his knees and gripped my hips, pulling me closer. He buried his face in my bare pussy and a loud moan escaped my lips.

He parted my pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing me to him, and then to my shock, he inhaled deeply.

My hands on his shoulders, I curled my fingers into him. “You taste just like cinnamon,” he said, keeping me open as his tongue licked a line up and down my entrance. “Like my wife.”

A shudder rolled down my spine.

“Oh my God. Amon,” I whimpered, my pussy quivering with need. “Please.”

Pulsing and clenching with throbbing desire, he plunged his tongue inside my tight inner walls and murmured against my core, “So fucking sexy.”

I gasped, gripping his shoulders tighter as he ravished me with his tongue. My eyes fluttered shut and my hips ground against him. The noises he made, like I was the most delicious dessert he’d ever had, vibrated through me, raising me higher and higher.

Then, without warning, he pulled away. I let out a frustrated cry.

“We don’t have to rush,” he said, standing and removing his jeans, sweater, and T-shirt. “We have all night. The rest of our lives.”

I soaked every glorious inch of him in. He’d always been beautiful, but he was even more ripped than I remembered. Broad chest, six-pack abs… my mouth watered. Even his biceps were bulkier.

I dragged my gaze from his body to his face. Roughly, he grabbed the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his for a soul-crushing kiss that stole the breath from my lungs.

I pressed myself against him, rubbing against his erection and clawing at the tight flesh on his back. He sucked on my lower lip while effortlessly setting the rest of my body on fire. Amon was the only one who could quench the flames of my desire.

“I want to bury my cock so deep inside you.”

“Please,” I panted, arching my neck to grant him easier access as he sucked on my sensitive skin. He was as tender as he was possessive with his touch. “Please, Amon. Don’t make me wait,” I whimpered.

He slapped my ass, drawing a yelp from me.

“No rushing.” He wrapped my curls around one of his palms, tilting my head back a little. “And no begging. My queen never begs.”

His lips brushed against mine softly.

“Get on the bed, on all fours.”

I raced across the room despite his instructions not to rush. He moved around behind me and then I heard shuffling as he was pulling things out of a drawer.

My pussy clenched, and when the bed dipped behind me, a moan slipped between my lips, desperate to feel his cock inside me.

He came up behind me, his mouth against my ear, and said, “Sit up.” I leaned back against his chest, eager to please. “Trust me?” he whispered, his warm breath fanning the side of my cheek.

“Yes,” I rasped.

He slipped a blindfold down over my eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Still good?” I nodded, and he pulled my hands behind my back. “I’m going to bind your hands with a silk tie, but I won’t tighten it.” I nodded again as butterflies swarmed wildly in my stomach. My rapid breathing and his steady breaths were the only sounds in the room, the music only a faint whisper across the hall now. “Is that okay?” he asked.

“It’s fine.” My chest rose and fell, my breaths coming out as pants.