Isahn didn’t bother with small clothes in Domos. Their style of undergarment was different and not entirely to his liking, so he’d eschewed the practice. Something Georgie apparently appreciatedverymuch, if her squeal was anything to go by.
When his cock sprang free, she wrapped her warm palm around his length, using it to tug him down to her. He pulled back, remaining upright, and she squeezed his head before releasing him with a pout. Pleasure tightened his abdomen.
Once his trousers were kicked off, he captured her smoldering gaze. “Your turn,” he growled and pounced, wrapping her in his naked embrace and rolling them so he was beneath her supple body.
“Oh!” George shrieked before popping onto her knees and straddling one of his thighs.
Isahn nudged his knee up, pressing it into bunched-up fabric andher. The heat of her sex escaped the thin linen of her dress, seeping into him, warming his soul. He didn’t just want to see her nude, heneededto—needed to etch her in his memory for the long road home—every movement, every soft curve, every gasp, everything that made her uniquely George. The sense of urgency hurt, tightening behind his ribs.
Georgie set about divesting herself of her clothing, tossing herfibulaeto clatter onto the bedside table, before the fabric of her gown dropped and pooled around her waist, freeing her large breasts.
His hands lazily explored her body, and his mind wandered, inspecting his very soul. Gazing up at the beautiful woman on him, a profound sense of comfort, purpose—of rightness settled in.
He’d never beeninlove before. This was a first.
Yes, he’d loved people: family and friends. And of course, he’d experienced the simple pleasures of lust and attraction. He’d once thought himself knowledgeable on the matter as a whole—had been absolutely certain he’d experienced romantic love when he was studying at the Institute as a young buck of seventeen.
Oh, how wrong he’d been.Thiswas love. And it would never, ever, cease to surprise him.
George settled on him, fully nude, her hot core pressed shamelessly against his thigh. Her breasts hung heavy between them, and he couldn’t help himself; reaching up to tweak her nipples earned Isahn a mew in response.
Distantly aware he was in the eye of a storm, he appreciated the fine weather and studied the way George’s black lashes fanned out against her copper skin each time she blinked. He loved the way the beauty spot on her cheek scooted upward when her lips curled. And he itched to kiss the corner of her smirking mouth.
So, he did.
He pulled her in close, he memorized her, feathering kisses over her cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her adorably round nose, before landing on her soft lips. She opened for him, dipping her small pink tongue into his mouth while her hips rolled, slicking his thigh with her wetness.
“George,” he moaned, hands finding purchase on her plump arse. He squeezed, then softened his grip to support her natural movements. With his knee bent further, pressing firmly againsther, she wriggled against him. “Use me. Take your pleasure. Come for me.”
“I wantyouthough, we’ve been over this,” she panted into his mouth. Georgie’s stern words didn’t match the moan that punctuated them.
Isahn slid his hands up her smooth back, his thumbs swooping over her curves and coming to rest beneath her breasts. “If you come once like this, the next part will bemuchmore enjoyable, or so I’ve been told.”
She grunted her agreement, words impossible as her tongue dipped back into his mouth and she resumed pleasure-seeking in earnest.
Their breathing became one, mingling in a sweet, intoxicating blend as they lost themselves to the moment. Coherent thought fled his mind. All that remained was emotion, everything he’d felt over the past weeks, coursing through him, flowing over him as he grasped her bottom with one hand while his other tended to her breasts.
Isahn spun in the deluge: the early charming realization that George wasn’t anything like her father, the fear when Gasparo slapped her, the horror of realizing they were all caged by the king. He bathed in his love for Domos’s future queen, and used the force of that feeling to dam up the terror that flooded him at the idea of leaving her side. Because shelovedhim, and he was certain he could weather the other half of the storm to get back to her.
George panted against his shoulder, kissing forgotten as she rocked harder and faster against him. “Touch me,” she ground out before biting the sensitive skin of his neck.
“Anything,” he rumbled, slipping his hand between her thighs, palm pressing against her clit. His fingers slid against her sensitive center, and he slipped the middle one into her entrance, dipping in and out, awaiting her approval.
“Yes,” she hissed as she rocked against him again, her breasts bouncing in time with her movements, tantalizingly close to his face.
Isahn pushed deeper, her slick warmth clenching around his single digit.So tight.
“More,” George commanded, earning a chuckle from him as he added a second finger, moving slowly so she had time to accommodate him.
That was what she needed. Georgie writhed, tipping forward as she quickened her pace, grinding against the heel of his palm. His fingers curled within her, applying counter pressure, and he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing with his tongue and teeth.
It wasn’t long before she cried out his name, convulsing around him as she shattered.
Her breathing ragged, George fell forward and braced herself on her forearms. Her bosom suffocated him in a glorious death. “Deiwa hathemi,” she mumbled.
He slid his fingers from inside her, but kept his palm cupped against her pulsing sex. “Still want me?”
“Yes.”
