‘Don’t stop. Don’t …’ I can’t finish a response. My back is arched again, the pleasure exquisite. I need to feel something inside me –himinside me – but I know from that glint in his eyes that he’s enjoying watching me way too much.
‘You know, I think you’re using your powers so you don’t have to touch me yourself,’ I gasp out.
It’s a lie, an outright one, and he knows it, but I’m willing to try anything to get what I want.
‘Oh, I’m perfectly willing to touch you,’ he purrs. Relief floods through me. Finally I’m going to get to feel him inside me, but instead, his head disappears between my legs.
I cry out as his tongue sweeps my most sensitive of areas. My entire body melts into his as his tongue starts a constant motion that has my legstrembling. I didn’t think anything could be more intense than his static shock, but with what his mouth is capable of, I am going to crumble imminently.
‘I’m going to come,’ I gasp, struggling to get out the words between breaths. ‘I’m going to come if you keep doing that.’
‘That’s the point,’ he growls back. It’s a fight between my body and mind, and my body is losing. It doesn’t matter that I want to hold on. That I want to wait until I feel him in the depths of me. I can’t stop. The motion of my bucking hips matches the rhythm with which his tongue works me, and my hands grip the sheet as I try to maintain a modicum of control, but before I can even try to steady my breath, he slides two fingers inside me.
‘Fuck, you’re soaking,’ he groans as he moves his mouth momentarily away from me. I don’t know why he’s surprised, and I want to say as much, but before I can, he switches up the pressure inside with a curl of his fingers. My entire body clenches, tightening around the feel of him.
‘I want to have you inside me.’ It’s my turn to growl, and yet all it elicits from him is a wicked grin as he looks up at me and then a lick of his lips. He momentarily closes his eyes as he savours my taste.
‘I know what you want, and we’ll get there,’ he promises. ‘I’m just going to need you to do this for me first, okay? I’m going to need you to let go. You do that, and I’m all yours. Just let go for me. I want to watch you come apart, Rose.’
Fuck. That’s not an offer I can refuse, and even his voice is bringing me closer. My body is right on the edge, and I’m so damn close. He offers one more long rake up between my thighs with his free hand, as the other pumps in and out of me before his mouth finds my clit again. That’s all it takes. The kisses. The touch. I can no longer hold it back. Muscles spasm and quake as the orgasm shakes through every part of me, and my pulse is so fast I can barely believe I’m still breathing. And yet he doesn’t stop, his fingers still toying with me, pushing me higher still.
Only when every part of my body is spent and my breathing is ragged and shallow does he drop down onto the bed beside me, kissing me gently on the lips. I try to respond, but my body is weakened by whatever the hell he just did to me.
‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sight that good,’ he says, using his thumb to brush down my lip. ‘You have no idea how fucking sexy that was.’
‘You don’t play fair,’ I say, sitting up slowly and manoeuvring myself so that I can straddle him. ‘Now I’m going to have to get my own back.’
The feel of just how hard he is between my legs is enough to have meneeding him again, and I rock my hips with just enough force to feel the pressure of him pulse beneath me. As that first moan leaves his lips, I slide my hand down and finally grasp hold of him.
‘Gods.’ His eyes roll backward as a low groan reverberates in his throat. ‘You know, I thought I knew what this was meant to be like. Turns out, I’ve been getting it wrong for years.’
With every long stroke up and down his shaft, I tighten my squeeze ever so slightly. His hips buck in response. I thought after the orgasm he just gave me that I would need at least a little respite, but apparently the sight and feel of him is all it takes to get me ready to go again.
‘Gods, I want to be inside you,’ he growls with his eyes closed. ‘I want to feel that tight wetness around me.’
‘Is that so?’ I say, unable to stop the smirk from rising on my lips. ‘Because I’m pretty sure that when I wanted the same, you told me I needed to have patience, remember? I think it’s time you take a little bit of your own advice, Your Royal Highness,’ I tease.
His eyes snap open as his body turns rigid beneath me.
‘Don’t,’ he says, shadows filling his gaze. ‘Don’t call me that.’
I shift back, loosening my grip on him. Surely he has to be joking, but there’s not a hint of humour in his voice.
‘Kyor?’
‘I’m not him to you. I’m not your prince. Your kingdom’s heir. Your whatever else other people call me. I’m yours. That’s it. You understand? I’m yours, even if you’re not mine. Even if this isn’t the same for you as it is for me. If you don’t …’
He stops, and my chest burns with the word he hasn’t said. Is that what this is? Not infatuation, not lust, but something else? Something far more dangerous? I don’t reply. Instead, I press my lips against his and respond the only way I can.
‘I’m yours,’ I whisper before the kiss deepens.
Whatever this was before has transformed. The urge to feel him in me is still there, the desperation just as acute. I need him to be so far within me that it will be impossible to imagine us being separate again.
I want to say it. I want to offer him that assurance. That word. Yet as the tip of his head finally pushes me apart, all I can do is gasp.
‘I’ll go slow,’ he promises.
‘Kyor!’ I moan. It’s all so much, too much.
