She gasp-groaned. “Want you in me now. Please, love. Please. I need you. I ache so bad.”
“All right, sweet. Let’s ease your hurt.” Holding her gaze, he finally, finally, finally pressed his thumb against her clit again and slid one—two—fingers inside her. “But sweetling? I’m afraid it’s not going to be enough.”
Relief parted her lips. Filled again.
He plunged his fingers in and pulled out. In. Out. Scissoring. Stretching. Cookie bowed her back and moaned as a powerful orgasm rolled through her, her sheath squeezing him. An avalanche of heat and pleasure crashed into her, gaining speed. But he was right; it wasn’t enough. Her need was simply too great.
“I want more.” Did she sound drugged to him? “I know I didn’t scream, but let me show you how much I love you. Won’t that be nice?”
“I’ll show you how much I love you.” He flipped her onto her hands and knees. Rising up behind her, he urged her face toward a pillow, forcing her backside higher. With one hand, he clutched her hip. With the other, he massaged the head of his shaft against her swollen clit. “I will go so deep you’ll feel me in every part of your body.”
“Yes!” Her heart thundered as her chest clenched. “Go deep.”
“You’ll take me, won’t you?” Strain turned his words into glass shards. Massaging... “My beauty is soaked.”
And almost levitating! “Kaysar!”
Allowing no reprieve, he set his erection at her entrance and slammed home, filling her with a powerful shove.
Ecstasy...broke. Another orgasm consumed her, wrenching another groan from her. The pleasure! The bliss and the rapture. Rolling on and on and on and on. But still she craved more.
Leaning forward, he planted a fist in the mattress and settled his weight there, pumping into her. “I’m going to be in you every day. Every night for the rest of our lives.”
His words drove her crazy. With his free arm, he reached around her to spear her clit between two fingers. As he pumped into her, he rubbed that little bundle of nerves, ratcheting her need higher.
She thrust an arm forward, slapping her palm against the headboard, desperate to hang on to something before the tidal wave pulled her under. Too much pleasure or not enough? Far too much. And, and, and...so good, so good, so good.
“More, Kaysar.”
As her inner walls spasmed around his length, he rolled her hair in one hand, fisting it. With his other hand, he gripped her waist and wrenched her backward as he pounded forward. The entire bed shook. The entire palace might be quaking.
He had her pinned to the mattress, her body under his complete control. The force of every slam vibrated through her entire being, sensitizing already sensitized nerve endings until everything acted as a stimulant. Cool sheets, hot touch. The sweet fog of satisfaction, lust and love. The music of their groans and husky breaths blending.
He pressed a hand into the center of her back, pushing until her distended nipples brushed the sheets with every thrust. Gasping and moaning, she turned her head and caught sight of his reflection in a full-length mirror across the room.
The tatted, screwed-up killer king possessed her without reservation. Bulging muscles flexed. Veins swelled. Sweat glistened as he snapped his hips again and again. Had she ever beheld a more sensual sight?
He turned his head, and their reflections locked gazes. Just like that, her peak reached a new crescendo, and a scream barreled from her.
Kaysar threw back his head, roaring as he came.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
KAYSAR LOVED CHANTEL for hours. His female made him insatiable.
In between ferocious bouts of sexual fever and leisurely exploring, they whispered in the dark about everything and nothing. He soaked up knowledge about her, unable to learn fast enough.
He’d called her “my precious” and she’d laughed with delight, saying, “I’m your precious? Well, I guess that makes you Gollum and me a powerful ring, so yes, I am your precious. Never call me anything else.”
A rainstorm raged outside, blustering through the open balcony doors. Sheer white curtains billowed as dew caressed his skin.
For the first time in his entire existence, he experienced complete contentment. A sensation as valuable as it had been elusive. Satisfaction had collected the burdens he’d carried for so long and removed them from his shoulders. He felt lighter than he’d ever expected or dreamed possible.
He and his queen lay side by side, curled together. Fatigue clawed at him, but he refused to sleep. He never wanted this moment to end. Why would he? He had his mate, and they were going to be a family. The people she loved would adore him—he would make sure of it, forever pampering and protecting them.
All really was well. But the word family continued to echo inside his head. A problem nipped at him. For a moment, he imagined little versions of Chantel running around, doing whatever they desired. An unexpected smile bloomed, incredible longing nearly rending him in two. He could sing the darlings lullabies each night.
Except, her children belonged to the Frostlines. Unless he traded Viori’s vengeance for a family he didn’t deserve. He shook his head. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
“Kaysar?” Chantel asked in the candlelit darkness, no doubt sensing his change in mood.
Unwilling to sacrifice the perfection of this time with her, he hurried to distract himself. “Has your glamara recharged?” Was she able to open doorways yet?
“Not yet. I think...well, I think it’s tied to my emotions. When I’m happy, I power up fast. When I’m furious, I get temporary bursts of power. When I’m...not happy or furious, I regress.”
Guilt singed him. Her powers had weakened before the trial. Because of Kaysar. How unhappy had he made her lately? He needed to learn more about Chantel, so he could make her happy no matter what the situation warranted.
“Tell me about your parents.” He smoothed a lock of hair from her cheek. “You once told me you had no desire to relive your childhood in your adulthood. Will you tell me what your childhood was like?”
“My parents divorced—er, split up, which is what I plan to do with Jareth FYI. I mean, for your information. Anyway, Mom and Dad married other people when I was young. They started new families and seemed to forget about me. I got passed between them for a while, but never really fit with either.”
Her sad smile made his chest hurt. “I won’t leave you again,” he vowed. “From now on, we’ll render each strike against the Frostlines together.” How dare anyone not focus their every waking and sleeping moment on this female? “I should have known you raised yourself.”
“I—yes. I suppose I did.” She snuggled closer. “But why should you have known?”