Once I stop walking, she pulls away and blinks around her as though unsure how we got from the armchair to the door. I take the opportunity to kiss her pretty throat, feeling it stir over words.
“Are you absconding with me?”
I smile against the palpitating column of flesh. “No. I’m throwing myself out.”
“I would’ve preferred to be absconded with.”
“Don’t tempt me,Yegmenka,” I rasp, in between two sips of her skin. “I’d be capable of it.” I loosen my grip and slide her off me, my cock giving a violent jerk when her center brushes against it. I reach between my legs to readjust myself before I walk out of her room and give my guards fodder for gossip.
Her mouth, which is raw and swollen from our kiss, curves against my shoulder. “It’s still very noticeable. Let me help.” She reaches down and rolls her palm over me.
“That”—my throat clenches—“isn’t helping.”
She knuckles the ridged beast, somehow managing to swell him even more. I choke out her name.
“Coming would release the pressure, Vizosh.”
I drop my chin and drink in the slow pace of her fingers that glitter with my diamond. Did I really tell her earlier that I’d hand her over to her mate?
“Does this feel good?” she murmurs against the scoop of my shoulder. “Or would you prefer I stop?”
Incapable of forming words, I glower at her, which lures a smirk onto her lush mouth.
“Do you know how often I’ve fantasized about you?” She tips her head up to behold me.
I am panting now, so fucking close to release that the edges of the room have started to scintillate.
“Do I have permission to undo your zipper, Vizosh? I wouldn’t want it to chafe.”
“Great…fucking…lords. What are you—doing to me?”
“It’s called manual stimulation.”
My nostrils flare around a grunt.
“Was that a yes on the zipper?”
When her other hand rises to my ear and begins to journey toward its peaked tip, I choke out a harsh, “Yes.”
She pops open the hook and bar closure, then grips the metal pull. My throbbing flesh pours out, tenting my linen braies whose weave is so light, it leaves little to the imagination.
“I did get the long part correct,” she croons.
When she closes her fingers around my shaft and slips the point of my ear between her middle and index fingers, I fucking see stars.
“But not the thin part,” she purrs.
I huff out another snort that comes out borderline feral. For a heartbeat, I wonder how we got here—standing beside her door, my dick in her hand. My aim had been to not overwhelm her. Instead, here she is overwhelming me.
“Isla…?” I begin. “You don’t have to—to…”
“You are such a beautiful man, Konstantin.” Her promise warms my clenching throat, causing my body to shudder with pleasure. “Everywhere.” She presses a kiss to my pulse point, all the while thrusting my erection and fondling my ear.
She’sthe beautiful one. No, she’s so much more than beautiful. She’s fucking stunning. The most magnificent creature to have ever graced this godsforsaken Earth.
I grip her neck and bend over because my mouth is jealous of my throat. I will never give her back. Not in six months. Not in six years. Not in six fucking centuries. Her mate will have to pry her out of my cold, dead fingers.
A litany of curse words hammers my temples as the pressure of her hand sends a bolt of fire into my balls. They draw tight, and then my climax is gushing out, drenching the linen thatgrows translucent. I think I’m done releasing my seed, but as Isla keeps slow-pumping me, more leaks out.
