I blinked. Saw her confusion and need in her gaze.
“Of course.” I opened my pants and pushed them down enough for her to see how much I did want her.
As she looked at me, her tongue flicked out and she licked her lip, which made my cock pulse and pre-cum spurt from the slit.
“Then why aren’t you bending me over that desk?” She pointed to the writing table in front of the tall window. “Or pushing me against the wall? Or fucking me in the bed?”
I practically growled at all the options she shared. I knew how responsive she was to my touch. To the deep thrusts of my cock. I knew what she looked like, how she sounded when she came. How amazing it was to see her and fuck her, in all the positions she mentioned. Because we’d already done all of them. But that was when she was Paige from Earth, not the long-lost queen of Insuri.
Gripping the base of my cock, I stroked it from root to tip. “I shall service my queen.”
Her mouth fell open and she took a step away. Watching me work myself, she said, “You… you want to service me?”
I nodded. “Yes, it is my greatest honor.”
“And if I want you to service me like you did in your quarters? Rough. Hard. Where you took control?”
Fuck, I was going to come from the memory alone.
“If that is what you wish.”
“You’re holding back. This is because I’m a princess… or the queen now?”
“Yes. I forgot my place in the kitchen.”
She took another step away, then her fingers went to her shoulders and the little straps there. Gently, she worked them down, the sleeping gown falling, first to catch on the tips of her perfect breasts, to her waist, and then skim down her long legs.
She stood before me bare. Perfect. FUCK.
“As you said, I’m your queen.”
I nodded, transfixed. “Yes.” Her stunning body had reduced me to single syllable replies.
“Then fuck me like I’m your queen.”
My eyes flew up to meet hers. She was giving me an order. As a male, as her subject, I would comply. I wanted to be her Resonant, to give her exactly what she needed to curb her insatiable need for the rest of our lives, but that was not to be.
That was why I held back. Why I had to service her. I would not think about her betrothal. I would not think about Prince Martainn touching her. Fucking her. Planting his seed in her womb. I would not.
“You know how I want it,” she said. Fuck, did I. “You’re the only one who does.”
I was the only one.
I stared at her for a moment. Debated her words. Saw the need. The truth. I’d felt and fucked her until she was sated and replete with orgasms.
I did that. Only me.
Yes, only me. The prince might wed her, but I’d always have her body. She’d remember I was the one who satisfied her. Who gave her everything she desired. I’d make her beg and scream, writhe and whimper. No because no one else would ever give her greater pleasure. More orgasms. More anything.
Resolved and my mission fortified, I dropped to my knees on the thick carpet. Hooked a hand around her hip and pulled her to me. Fuck, she smelled good. Like the stickiest, sweetest candy of the land.
Sliding my hand down her bare thigh, I lifted her knee and set it on my shoulder. “I shall worship my queen from my knees.”
Then I put my mouth upon her and made her wild.
13
Paige
