“Oh, Treasure, if you think my mouth is filthy, just wait until you experience my sex.”
He licked and sucked her flesh while sliding his fingers in and out of her, grazing against the knot of nerves, forcing her to the edge of release even if she wasn’t ready to be there.
“Your Majesty, I’m…”
He pulled his mouth away from her, hovering over her as the intensity of his stare bore down on her. His eyes were searing with fire and filled with what looked like righteous anger.
“While it takes a certain amount hubris to don the crown, I am not so full of myself that I want my lovers to refer to me using a courtesy title. Hear me and hear me well. The only name I want to hear crossing your lips when my face is buried in your sex is Aléx.”
He added another finger to the two already inside her, creating a glorious stretch that had her clamping down on his digits.
“To you, especially when we are like this—” he used his thumb to circle her clit, dragging another hungry moan from her “—I am always Aléx.”
The hunger in his gaze was too raw. She tried to close her eyes and shield herself from him. She was so close, if he moved his fingers just the right way, she’d reach her peak.
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
He removed his fingers, lightly slapping them against her swollen clit. The sensation was surprisingly erotic, ramping up her arousal, but keeping her from coming at the same time.
She opened her eyes, finding a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, God,” she mewled. That got her another slap against her clit, leaving her body strung so tightly with pleasure she was worried something in her might snap.
“No, not God.” He swatted her nub again, but this time he followed that with a soothing strum of his fingertips against the sensitive flesh. “Aléx.”
She nodded, quite frankly, because she couldn’t find the focus to speak. Her climax was hovering over her just out of reach, and her entire body was aching for it. The truth was, she’d give thisman anything he wanted, call him whatever he wanted if he’d let her orgasm right now.
It wasn’t lost on her that he was certain of this information himself. Even if she hadn’t come to that conclusion on her own, the diabolical gleam of satisfaction swimming in his gaze disabused her of any notion that Aléx wasn’t completely aware of the power he held over her right now.
He slammed his mouth against hers, spreading her arousal between their lips, allowing her to taste herself on him.
“Whose fingers are you going to ride to completion?”
“Yours.” The word was barely loud enough for him to hear if his face hadn’t been so close to hers.
“Who is going to bury himself inside you and take you as rough as you can stand it?”
“Y-you,” she stammered. “It’s…you.”
His fingers were playing her like a skilled musician’s, knowing almost instinctively which note would complement the arrangement he was composing.
“And what…is…my…name?”
Her body, and mind for that matter, were no longer under her control. She ached for release, and this man was the key to that. If she weren’t naked with her legs spread wide without the slightest bit of shame, she’d tell the good king about himself. But right now, the only thing she wanted, needed, was to come, and she wasn’t going to jeopardize that for a silly thing like her pride.
“Aléx…your name is… Aléx.”
“Such a good girl deserves a reward.”
He slid down her body again, resuming his position between her legs, latching on to her nub and suckling as if the secret elixir of life could be drawn from it. With a twist of his wrist, her body bowed as her orgasm crested, pulling her muscles taut, forcing her to clamp down on his fingers with abandon.
When her body finally relaxed, she fell limp, throwing her arm over her eyes as she tried to come to grips with the fact that a king she’d met for the first time in her life had given her the best orgasm she’d ever had.
“Oh no, Treasure.” In the distance, she could hear the familiar sound of a wrapper being torn. “There’s no rest for the weary. That was just an opening salvo.”
His weight returning to the bed pulled her gaze to him in time to see the angry purple dome of his hardened length. His arousal had gone from impressive to mouthwatering, with its bulging red veins denoting just how much he wanted to be inside her.
Apparently, his filthy mouth had done more than just aid in her climax. It had amped up his need to what looked like an almost painful level.
