It mattered not. All that she’d exposed was the smooth swaths of skin at the tops of her thighs and a glimpse of dark curls, yet never had his cock been so hard.
Blushing face averted, she lay quivering. Sudden tenderness infiltrated his hot arousal. Unlike the affection he’d felt toward her at the inn, however, Maddek made no attempt to shove it away. He’d been foolishly blind to her courage before. Now he could not mistake her bravery. Knowing that she would have to lay herself bare to him, still Yvenne had chosen this route. As a queen, she was all unyielding purpose. But the woman was sweetly vulnerable.
And that vulnerability offered yet another opening in her walls for Maddek to slip through.
Closer he came. Her breasts rose and fell in rapid rhythm, nipples stiffened beneath blue silk. Her fingers fisted in the furs beside her hips, as if she knew not what to do with her hands—or as if to hold herself in place when he crouched at her trembling feet.
“In this way.” He pitched his voice low to soothe her nerves but could not prevent raw arousal from roughening the words. Her body shook again as he gripped her thighs just above her knees, the heat of her skin a furnace through the linen wrappings. “With room enough for me to lie between them.”
Her eyelids squeezed tightly closed but she gave no resistance when his hands urged her slender legs farther apart, not merely wider but higher. Maddek listened to her breaths for any indication that the bending of her knee pained her. Only his bride’s shyness did he hear in those shuddering pants—and only her arousal did he see in the glistening wetness revealed before him. With his bride bared to his gaze, brutal lust surged through his turgid flesh, the urge to cover her body with his. Against the rutting length of his cock, she would be slick and hot.
With iron restraint, Maddek only knelt between her splayed thighs. Gruffly he told her, “A mere glimpse of your honeyed cunt draws my seed.”
Eyes flying open, she glanced down. His engorged shaft stood as erect as Hanan’s, a drop of seed decorating the broad crown.
With his forefinger, he collected the drop. “When I spend, we will fill your sheath in this way.”
Not at all did she breathe now, as Maddek cupped her sultry mound and slipped his finger between her silken folds. He found her entrance, the opening small and delicate, and his gaze strayed not from her flushed face and widening eyes as he pressed inward.
So tight she was. He should have used his smallest finger for this first breaching. Though wet, her inner muscles resisted when Maddek stretched her with the thickness of his second knuckle. She gave no sound of pain but gasped and shifted away from his penetration, her thighs tensing.
Instantly he stopped. “Do you hurt?”
Lips pressed in a flat line, she shook her head.
But unused to the intrusion. And discomfited, for although she was enflamed, embarrassment still gripped her body and her sheath hadn’t yet softened.
There was sweet remedy for that. Urging her legs wider, Maddek lowered his body to the furs, wedging his hands beneath her bare bottom to fill his palms with her soft cheeks. Her color still high, Yvenne rose onto her elbows to look down at him.
Her brow furrowed as if she tried to fathom why her thighs cradled his shoulders rather than his hips. Breathlessly she asked, “What do you do?”
“What you told me to do.”
With barely any effort, he lifted her closer to his mouth, his breath sifting through her moistened curls. Realization flared bright in her wide eyes.
“I told you not to tend to my need—”
“And to ease my own upon you.” Anticipation thickened his voice as her heady feminine scent filled his next inhalation. “That is what I intend. Unless you will deny me now?”
If not for the fiery yearning he saw battle with her shyness and uncertainty, Maddek would have denied himself. If he’d seen fear, there could be no pleasure for either of them. Yet she wanted as he did.
Confusion joined the war of emotions upon her face. “How can this ease yours?”
“Because my hunger does not only reside in my cock.” Trapped between his abdomen and the furs, his shaft ached and throbbed, yet the primitive urge to rut upon her was a mere spark against the raging need to make her come against his tongue. “And ever since you let me lick the honey from your fingers, I have been starved for another taste of your sweet cunt.”
Her soft lips parted. Her breathing deepened, desire and longing emerging as victor in the battle upon her face—though now joined by curiosity and disbelief.
“Is it sweet?” Her hand slid over her silk-covered belly, fingertips gliding over her gleaming arousal before she brought them to her mouth.
Savage need clenched hard upon Maddek’s body. His cock spilled precious drops of seed into the furs that he should have spilled into her sheath, yet nothing could have moved him now as he watched Yvenne lick her fingers.
“It has not much flavor at all.” Her frown pleated her eyebrows. “And is nothing like honey.”
“It is to me.” Each word was an iron link in a chain drawn taut by agonizing restraint. “So let me eat my fill and ease this need.”
Finally she nodded her consent, sucking a fingertip between her pursed lips, as if trying once more to taste the appeal.
Unleashed, Maddek buried his face in her cunt, groaning at the first long lick he took. Sweetness was knowing that the honey coating his tongue came of her need for him—though as he swiped a broad trail up the length of her cleft, Yvenne seemed to watch him in bafflement rather than pleasure. She tensed and trembled but only slightly, as if affected more by the newness than the sensation.
Another long, slow lick over the lips of her cunt, then another. Her tension began to ease, her gaze locked upon his mouth. Her hectic flush returned, her arousal deepening again, yet it seemed more in response to watching Maddek taste her than what he did to her flesh.
Until he stroked his tongue over her clit.
A shudder ripped through her body, followed by a sharply indrawn breath that was abruptly silenced by the hand she used to cover her mouth. This time the slow drag of his tongue the length of her slit drew forth a muffled moan and the restless shifting of her hips, noises and movements that became more urgent as he continued his leisurely feast, teasing her clitoris at the end of each lick before returning to her entrance for another deep taste of the sweet nectar he drew from her well.
Soon both hands she used to muffle her cries. The brace of her elbows collapsed and she fell back onto the furs. Her ass rocked in the cradle of his hands, her hips twisting frantically.
Tightening his grip, Maddek halted her writhing and sucked hard upon her clit. Her thighs snapped closed around his head and her back arched, her slim body racked by a violent quake.
Even with her thighs clamped over his ears and her mouth covered by her hands, he heard what his bride screamed as she came. His name. Almost never did she say it. Only warrior.