The momenthis mouth claimed mine again, I forgot how to breathe. Dear god, he already had me unraveling, panting for him like I was starved. No kiss in my life had ever stolen from me like this, demanding more than I thought I could give. It wasn’t just his lips against mine. It was submission. It was a surrender I didn’t realize I was capable of until I found myself chasing every flick of his tongue, every drag of his teeth. There was no fight left in me. Only the instinct to obey, to follow wherever he led, until I was reduced to nothing but his praise. Kaius pushed us back until the backs of my legs hit his desk.
The scrape of his calloused fingers hooked around the lace at my pants, tugging them and my underwear down in one slow, deliberate pull. The air hit my bare skin, and heat rushed up my chest, shame and exhilaration twisting together. My eyes caught his. They were hungry, restrained, reverent, and feral all at once. It was as if he were holding himself back from devouring mewhole. He didn’t groan, not fully, but his throat bobbed, the sound low, caught between awe and possession.
And it was me—I was the thing unraveling the King of Lovelen.
My mouth watered at the realization. His touch skimmed over me again, and this time I couldn’t hold back. A whimper slipped from my lips, helpless and needy.
“Kaius,” I gasped, the sound broken, stripped of pretense.
His hands gripped my hips, lifting me up and onto the wooden surface. My voice barely existed between the sharp edges of my breathing, but I knew he heard me. He always heard me.
His hand was merciless in its patience, dragging me further down the desk until I was sprawled out on the surface, my spine arching and my thighs trembling around the deliberate wedge of his knee. The rough denim scraped my skin, holding me open, forcing me to give him room. My hips jerked, rolling into his hand, into anything that might relieve the aching, molten tension swelling inside me. The pad of his finger found me, brushing against my clit, sending my voice shattering into the air. A raw, primal moan clawed its way out of me, echoing off the walls of his office. The sound didn’t feel like mine. It belonged to him, given freely. My body begged for more before my mind could catch up.
A jolt raced down my spine, pulling at something I didn’t want to name—addiction, maybe. Because he was a drug, this man. One taste and I was gone. Kaius leaned down, lips mapping fire down the column of my throat, teeth scraping over that tender hollow where neck met collarbone. Each nip and lick was a brand, claiming me in invisible ink. His hand trailed up, bunching my shirt, until in one decisive rip the fabric was gone. My gasp caught, but I barely had time to react before his mouth closed over my nipple. Heat licked up my chest, his tonguecircling, teasing, before the sting of his teeth made me cry out. Pain spiked, sharp, then bled instantly into a dizzying rush of pleasure. I arched, desperate to give him more of me, letting him mark what he wanted. His smirk dragged against my skin as he switched sides, his lips slick, teeth merciless. A scream tore from my throat, but it cracked into a moan that echoed too sweetly.
When he finally pulled back, my chest was flushed, damp, glistening from his spit. My breath came in harsh, uneven gasps, and he looked at me like I was something rare. Something he both owned and admired. My nipples peaked from the chill of the air, hardened and sensitive, while wetness from between my thighs smeared across his jeans where our bodies brushed.
And it was all because of him. Because of the man I should have wanted to kill.
His gaze lifted from my body to my face, and the weight of it nearly buckled me. His lips, swollen and red, curved into something dark and reverent.
“Fuck,” Kaius groaned, the word drawn out like he was choking on it. His eyes softened even as hunger clouded them further. “You look so pretty like this, Acelynn.”
The use of my full name snapped through me, sharp and intimate all at once. It had always sounded different on his tongue, but this time…this time it was heavier, intimate enough to make my pulse stutter. I had no chance to reply before his hand slipped down again, sliding through my wet folds with practiced ease. I was soaked, ruined for him already, and the way his fingers circled my clit made my moans blur with his.
The pressure built, tighter and tighter, until it felt unbearable. He lowered himself, his lips trailing down my body, until he was kneeling between my spread thighs. Two fingers parted me, exposing me completely, before his mouth descended.
The first stroke of his tongue had me bucking up, a gasp ripped from me. His hand clamped down on my hips, holding me still, anchoring me in place as he groaned against me. The sound reverberated straight through my core. He devoured me shamelessly, tongue teasing, swirling, plunging deep, until my thighs shook against his shoulders.
“Oh god,” I moaned, the sound broken as he thrust a finger inside me. My body clenched hard, sucking him in, and his growl vibrated against my clit. Another finger joined the first, stretching me, pumping in and out with a merciless rhythm.
My hands dove into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he was relentless, laughing low and dark against my skin before dragging his tongue across me again. The curl of his fingers hit something inside me that made my vision blur. I ground harder against him, desperate for release, for anything that could break me open. Words tumbled from me, incoherent, lost in the sounds he tore from my body. And then his voice cut through, raw, commanding, devastating.
“Eyes on me,” he drawled against me. “If you close them, then I stop. Do you understand, kitten?”
I responded with a soft mewl, which had him pulling away. His movements halted, causing me to snap my gaze to him. He had one eyebrow raised in question. When I didn’t respond quickly enough, he began to pull his fingers from my pussy.
“Yes,” I screeched. Kaius paused, pumping one into me as I continued. “I’ll keep my eyes on you. Just please don’t stop.”
Kaius let out a low chuckle. “My sweet girl is so greedy.”
His pace started again, this time rougher and faster than the last. I fought the sensation of closing my eyes. Never taking them off him as he dove back down to my clit. That was all it took. The image of Kaius Mordred worshipping the most intimate part of me sent me tumbling over the edge. The tension snapped,unraveling into a tidal wave that crashed over me, violent and blinding.
Pleasure tore me apart as I screamed. The King of Lovelen’s name ripped from my throat, echoing against the walls of the club. I didn’t care who heard. I didn’t care about anything but this—him, me, the fire consuming us both.
My body shook as my release flooded his hand, his mouth, greedy as he licked, sucked, took every drop I gave. He didn’t stop, not until I was trembling, wrung out, my eyes rolling back as the last spasms shuddered through me. When I blinked myself back to reality, his gaze was already on me, watching me closely.
His fingers slipped free, coated in my slick. And then, slowly and deliberately, he brought them to his mouth. He moaned around the taste of me, his tongue curling around his digits like he was savoring something rare. My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling, unable to comprehend how a man could look so devastatingly sinful doing something so obscene.
Kaius Mordred may have been the devil incarnate, but he was also the salvation I had been looking for in a world full of darkness that would soon consume me, and there was no way in hell I was running from him. Not when I was this close to finding out answers.
His fingers popped free of his lips, wet and glistening. “I warned you,” Kaius said darkly, his voice a low growl that curled heat down my spine. His eyes locked on mine, full of fire and promise. “Once I start something, I see it through to the end.”
His hands clamped down on my thighs, spreading me wider across the desk, until there was no room for hesitation, no escape.
“Now bend over the desk,” he ordered, his voice edged with sin and hunger. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
