When he pulled his mouth from hers, she reached for him, but he would not be brought back. Instead he slowly sank to his knees, kissing a path down the apex of her body as he did so. When he looked up at her, she nearly buckled. “There is something so intoxicating about having a king on his knees before me,” she said softly.
His cheek twitched. “This king will always go to his knees for you. Now open your legs.”
She did so, blushing as he leaned in so his face was tantalizingly close to her sex. He nuzzled her inner thigh with his cheek, abrading the sensitive skin lightly. “Wider.”
She huffed out a breath and did so, clutching the edge of the mattress. “It isn’t exactly easy.”
He cupped her thigh and maneuvered her, draping her leg over his shoulder. “Better?” he asked as he pressed his mouth to her. The word vibrated against her clitoris and she gasped.
“Yes!”
He smiled against her and then began to lick, just as he had on the throne the day before, just as he had on the settee in the library. She pressed back against the mattress, grinding against him as he lavished her with long licks and quick sucks. He was teasing her, far more than he had either time before. Of course, he could. They were locked in his chamber—no one would dare interrupt them.
He had all night to do this. He seemed to wish to use it to torture because he brought her to the edge of release and then just…kept her there. For what felt like an eternity. Over and over, he let her feel the first flutters of release and then he would back off until she was squirming and cursing and glaring down at him.
“Have I ever told you how much I despise you?” she grunted.
He smiled up at her, then went right back to licking. “I had a feeling,” he murmured between swipes of his tongue. “Do you want this?” He punctuated the question by sucking her clitoris with purpose.
She cried out his name. “Yes!”
“Will you ask for it?”
“Please,” she gasped, trying to chase the tongue he moved away. “Please let me.”
His eyes came up, dark and dangerous, and then he sucked her hard and fast, swirling his tongue around the hard ridge of her clitoris. The orgasm hit her so hard, so fast, that she nearly fell over. It was nothing like she’d experienced before, like her whole body rolled with the sensation, like she had left the ground and was flying. He cupped her hips to keep her still, potentially to avoid a broken nose as she flexed wildly and kept torturing her until she was spent and gasping.
Only then did he lift his head, licking his slick lips with a smugly satisfied expression before he rose up and kissed her deeply. She tasted her release on his tongue, his lips, and drank of it greedily.
“Let’s try that again,” he said, lifting her onto the edge of the bed and pushing his hips between her legs.
“Only if you remove some clothes,” she said, tugging at his shirt.
He nodded and stepped back, pulling the shirt over his head with one arm. She gasped, just as she had before, at how beautiful he was. Would that ever stop? Would she ever look at his body and not be impressed and aroused? She doubted it.
Those thoughts faded as he unfastened his trousers and slipped them off, kicking it all away to join the pile of her things.
“Far more fair,” she said, reaching for him, loving the slide of her hands over his bare skin. “Now we’re both naked.”
“Not quite,” he said, nodding toward her legs.
She smiled. Her stockings and garters were hardly a full ball gown, but if he could torture, so could she. She slid back on the bed, resting her head on the pillows, and then made a show of sliding her hands down her body. Touching herself wasn’t just torture for him, but she ignored the answering call of pleasure and watched him shift at her performance.
She unbuttoned the first garter and tossed it away, then began to roll her silk stocking down slowly. She tossed it toward him as she repeated the same action on her other leg. When she was finished and truly naked, he held up the first stocking, smoothing it to its full length.
“You know, I could do some very wicked things to you with these.”
Her eyes went wide. “Like what?”
“They’d made excellent ties,” he said. “I’m sure I could find a spot on the bedpost to fasten them to. And then I could truly tease you all night.”
She shivered at the idea. “But what if I have plans for my hands and arms?”
He arched a brow and threw the stocking over his shoulder before he crawled onto the bed beside her. “Then we save the stockings for next time.”
She smiled at the idea that there would be a next time. She wanted so many more next times. She wanted to explore this man’s body and find all the angles of his pleasure until they were both spent, even if it took weeks, months, years…a lifetime.
She shook that thought away. She didn’t have any of those units of time left with him. So she had best enjoy what she had and not make plans that would only be destroyed.
She reached for him, raking her nails along his back as he covered her with his body. God, his weight was delicious now that she felt the full measure of it. The bed had been a remarkable idea.
His mouth found hers and they kissed once more. All the while he touched her, like he couldn’t get enough of her skin. Like he was trying to memorize every curve of her body. She wanted him to do just that. She wanted to be seared on his mind forever.
“Please,” she whispered, forcing a hand between them and sliding it to find his cock. She stroked him and then rubbed him against her entrance.
He lifted his head and stared down at her, his expression unreadable. Then he slid forward, taking her body inch by inch, filling her entirely as she lifted to force him faster. When he was fully seated, he rested his forehead to hers, locking their gazes, and began to move gently.
She realized almost instantly that he was rocking against her in a way designed to toy with her, just as he had done with his tongue. He stimulated her clitoris with every roll of his hips and yet only drew her back to the very edge of pleasure, did not let her fall.
And all the time he watched her, adjusting to her every gasp and rake of her nails across his back. He held her stare and poured himself into her, all his strength and power focused on her pleasure. This man who could move mountains, change worlds, snap his fingers and have what he desired…he focused on her.
That realization pushed her over the edge he had been denying. She rose up against him, sucking his lower lip, scratching his back as rippling waves of pleasure overtook her. After her first orgasm, this one was deeper and more powerful, like an earthquake that shifted every part of her.
He smiled against her mouth. “Trust you to simply take what you want.”
“I’ll steal it if you won’t give it,” she gasped, flopping back. “But I promise to give you something in return.”
“You already do,” he said softly.
“Roll on your back?” she asked.
He hesitated, but then he did so, gripping her to him as he shifted so that their bodies never parted. She adjusted herself, tightening her knees around his midsection, resting one hand against his broad shoulder and gripping the headboard with the other.
Slowly she began to grind, riding him. He captured her hips, staring up at her, wide eyed as she took him, used him for her pleasure, drew out his own. She was shocked that as they rocked together, she felt the tingling heat of yet another orgasm. It seemed he would keep his earlier promise about making her come over and over until she forgot everything but him.