"Take your shirt off," he rasped.
Her brow elevated. "Wanting a strip show?"
"No," he said, slowly stepping back to her, pillows in his hands. "I want to know how well my Commander takes orders from her King." He paused over her, and the cushions hit the floor at her feet. "Because if you think that was remotely close to all the ways I can bring you to your end, you're wrong," he dared. "Now, take off your shirt."
Watching him, she reached for the hem, body stretching and breasts heaving as she pulled it over her head. His mouth dried at the sight of her curves, ready and waiting for him. Her thick hips. The stretch—no,warriormarks, as he liked to call them—on her pelvis and the insides of her thighs. The leather wrap around her breasts, cleavage pushed together.He groaned inwardly at the thought of seeing the cute creases she had on her back at the place her ribs and waist met as she rode him backward or he plowed into her from behind.
The fantasy had him aroused already.
But he’d have to save that for another day.
He reached for the tie under her arm, locking eyes with her as the string came loose. Her breasts freed, and he swallowed as he noted her taut nipples. She didn't move as he reached for her, his thumb dragging over the pebble, but he did note her thighs squeezing.
He pushed his other hand around her throat, and her eyes fluttered as his thumb stroked her skin. "You should decide which wall you like,” he whispered.
Her mouth tipped open as she lifted her chin, eyes fluttering. “Why?"
"Because you'll be suffocating your King against it, and I imagine you'd like to be comfortable."
"Is that right?"
His torso pressed flush to her, hand tightening around her neck, and his head bent low. "Fuck, I hope so."
His mouth captured hers again, and her hands pushed around his face. Tongues sweeping, her breasts pushing against his chest. He grasped her hip in his other hand, pulling her leg up and around his waist. He heard her moan into his mouth when his length brushed her exposed thigh, but he didn’t push inside her again.
Not this time.
He wanted nothing more than to watch as she begged to be undone on his lips.
Swifter than she could move, he held her thigh firm and bent lower. Kissing down her collar to her chest, her hands raking his hair as she held his head against her. An audible gasp escaped her when he nipped at her, and he continued lower.
All the way to his knees.
He held her short figure to him, his mouth capturing her breast and his teeth tugged at her hardened nipple. Her fingers were in his hair, back arching off the wall. Tongue swirling around her, his lashes lifted to find her watching him, soft, audible breaths leaving her open mouth.
She lifted to her toes, her knees bending as she squeezed her legs together. Her head knocked into the wall when he sucked on her, his name coming from her lips and making him groan. He moved the hand he had on her hip to her inner thigh. Feeling her jerk when his fingertips grazed up the sensitive area. Her chest flinching as his thumb tickled her folds.
He pulled back as his fingertip hovered there, the pad barely whispering over her nerves, his head sinking between her breasts and kissing her chest.
Tongue flickering over that nipple, he then wrapped his lips only around the peak. Her hips arched against him when he finally touched her clit, and he cursed at her wetness. He pushed one finger slowly inside her, feeling his own finish with hers as it seeped down her leg, and he left his thumb to brush her nerves. A quiet whimper escaped her, her hips pushing towards him again. His gaze lifted to hers. Seeing her eyes darkened, mouth sagging.
"Remember this, Reverie," he breathed. He sat back on his knees and leaned forward, tongue flicking out over her nerves once and making her jerk. "When another man whispers in your ear what they are capable of doing to you, remember how your King fell to his knees before you. Remember how you screamed my name and begged for your end... "
He lifted her legs one by one, hooking them both on his shoulders. He groaned at the heat of her arousal in front of him. He denied himself the pleasure of it as he moved her hands into his hair, and he sat up to his knees. Lifting her into the air.
"Remember how you became mine."
Her legs clenched, and he kissed the inside of her thigh once more before he dragged his tongue along her clit.
A high-pitched noise emitted from her throat that he was sure she wasn’t prepared for.
Hands wrapping around the tops of her thighs, he dove into her. Tasting her sweetness slowly and causing her body to squirm. With the pillows beneath his knees, he decided he could have stayed there the rest of his life, only her as his sustenance, and he would have been eternally happy with it.
He intended on savoring her as his last meal, and he groaned at the sensation of finally feeling her thighs wrapped around him.
Every moan and high-pitched gasp that emitted from her made him tease her more. Taking her clit in his mouth and sucking on her, dragging his tongue down her slickness and devouring her as she trembled. Her back arched off the wood, hand pushing into his hair and the other into her own. He snuck a glance up at her. Seeing her mouth agape and her nose scrunched as she succumbed to him.
He paused and pulled back, making her whimper in his absence, and he blew a slow breath on her throbbing clit. Her legs jerked.
