She watched him with luminous eyes, her chest rising and falling as he gently unwound her hair from its knot. Long ebony waves spilled over the pillows, a waterfall of splendor and temptation.
Kaysar sat back on his haunches to examine his feast of feminine delights. An image forever branded into his mind. The top three buttons of her bodice were open, the material gaping, hinting at cleavage he would slaughter thousands to explore. The skirt bunched at her waist, baring the pale length of legs spread by his own—revealing a glistening sex guarded by a tiny thatch of black curls.
A new kingdom to conquer. The most exquisite of all.
“You need me,” he told her, in case she wasn’t certain.
“Maybe I do, but you can’t get enough of me, can you?” Clinging to the headboard, she undulated her hips. “Do you still carry my lock of hair?”
She knew about that? “I have it stored for safekeeping.”
A heady scent emanated from her, signaling a spike of pleasure.
Passion in its purest form took hold. She liked his obsession with her.
Only moments before, he’d been two knuckles deep inside her, enveloped by slick inner walls. His fingers glistened with her arousal.
Ensnaring her gaze with his own, he licked one digit, then the other. His shaft jerked at the incredible taste. “Sweeter than poisonvine, and far more potent.” The things I’m going to do to this woman...
Her lips parted. “You want more of me?”
“I want everything from you.” He would give everything, too. Almost. “Show me more of this luscious body.” Leaning forward, muscles flexing, he plucked one, two, three other buttons from her bodice. The material separated further, unveiling pretty pink nipples.
My own personal treasure trove. He had no words, rational thought erased.
A rosy flush spread over her breasts. “Am I everything you ever dreamed?”
“You are more than I ever believed possible.” The admission left him without reservation. Remaining on his knees, keeping her open to his view, he stroked his throbbing erection through his leathers. “See what you do to me.”
Her coarse whimper drew an answering groan from him.
With her prim gown so disheveled, her eyes alive with pleasure, she appeared wanton. “I will win you, my darling.” She released the headboard to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. “I’ll make you mine. You want me to win you, don’t you?”
He reacted to her words as much as the thrill of her body. She’d called him my darling.
Win him? Already done. And yet, he croaked, “Yes. Win me.”
Intricate strands of ivy coiled designs over her arms, along her chest and around and around her legs. Those strands spread to him, binding his wrists tightly together.
She winged her brows, as if to say, Go ahead. Try to escape me.
As if he would ever want to. Once upon a time, he’d enjoyed a single fascination—his war with the Frostlines. With Chantel, he discovered many others. Earning more endearments. Being challenged by her mysterious mind. Watching a flush heat the flawless skin soon to burn his own. Playing with those plump breasts and nipples so like little berries. Filling a body made to glove his.
The sight of her at this moment...
She smiled, fully aware of her power over him. “Have I stolen your thoughts, your majesty?”
He went cold. Lulundria had spoken the same words to Jareth.
Forge ahead. Too late. Fear had taken hold. “You mastered your ability, even without the elderseed.” If ever she remembered Lulundria’s life, as Jareth expected, she might change her mind about staying with Kaysar.
What would he do then? Can never lose her.
“I did master it. Far too easily,” she answered, all languid pride and sultry heat. As the foliage receded, she undulated her hips again. “We can discuss it, or we can continue your seduction of me. Which do you prefer?”
I will have her! He was King Kaysar the Unhinged One. Fiercer than any enemy. Mightier than any army. More dangerous and cunning than...anyone. He would win his mate, whatever memories returned.
Determination cut through his fear, as sharp as a blade. “We will discuss it.” From now on, they had no secrets. No hidden agendas or conscious misleadings. “Later.”
Heart pumping, breaths labored, he repositioned and leaned down to tenderly nuzzle the side of her thigh, just below her knee. As he licked toward her glistening sex, she encouraged him with irresistible pleas and demands.
“Please, Kaysar. Do it.”
He did it, flicking the tip of his tongue over her needy little clitoris. The lightest of grazes. Her sweet honey went straight to his head, and he nearly fell on her to feast. But he forced himself to ease off, licking around the heart of her need, always halting just short of his target.
How needy could he make her?
“Kaysar! It—it’s been too long since I...played.” Tremors shook her, her confidence overrun by torment. “I need to come. Please.”
“How long?” he demanded, so hard he thought he might explode at any moment. Slow down. Steady.
“Kaysar...”
He licked her clit and thrust two fingers deep. The tight fit drew a ragged groan from them both.
Though she rocked into him, he experienced a flicker of apprehension. Too readily he recalled the day he’d spied Jareth and Lulundria at the pond. The princess had teased her prince about being too big to fit inside her.
Sweat beaded his brow. Could this tiny channel accept his invasion without a hint of pain? If he ruined this experience for either of them... If ever she thought back and remembered that pain...
No! “How long?” he insisted, edging ever closer to worry. Thrusting his fingers. Slowly. Gently. Licking her clit.
She cried out. Arched to force him deeper. Gave her nipples another pinch.
A surge of primal satisfaction stole his breath. He had this effect on her. He alone. “How long, how long, how long?”
“A year? Don’t know, can’t think,” she babbled. “Harder, baby. Faster. Make me come.”
His next plunge shook the bed. A year. An eternity. He would prepare her, no matter how long it took. No matter the pain he endured. “Won’t stop until you come hard.” At least a dozen times...
Throat burning white hot, he hummed against her slickness. Lick. One finger. Lick. Two fingers.
“Kaysar.” She continued to chant his name, chasing his touch. “Baby, baby...yes. Right there.” The radiance of her skin intensified, her irises like mercury. Shivers cascaded over her and goose bumps followed. “Don’t...don’t stop. You said you wouldn’t.”