He stalls for a moment. A brief second to think, consider if it’s really me asking or if he’s dreaming. Then it vanishes as he surges forward, claiming my lips in a bruising, tortured mess of teeth and tongue. He’s not waiting long if this is a trick.
His hand tangles into my locks, grabbing my head forbetter access. Tasting me as if I’m the last thing he needs, his tongue sweeps deep. I am his air and he needs me to live, my breath sustaining him.
The painful kiss consumes me. He wants to brand me, turn my lips raw and face pink so others know who I belong to. This kiss is ownership and lust, the darkest love that has me pushing back with as much passion as I can muster.
I want to brand him with my essence too, devour as surely as he will. My body reacts, my heart pounds and that irritation seems to disappear under the weight of sinful desire. My body aches for more.
The kiss is over too quickly, Kaden pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. Our harsh breaths echo into the small space.
“I’ve waited too long for those words, Max.” He sounds like a broken man.
Without warning, he drops to his knees, startling me. “What are you?—”
“I can’t wait another second.” He peels my skirt from my legs, holding it high. He gives me a dark look. “Hold these.”
My hands grab my thin skirt, but I protest. “Kaden, not here. Anyone can see?—”
“See me enjoying my mate?” He pushes closer, kissing my inner thigh, biting at another spot. A spark of pain flares under his teeth but his tongue soothes the burn. “See me kneeling for my queen? They should be so lucky to witness this.”
My heart is in my throat, even as my shaking hands grab his shoulders. He lifts one leg over and forces me to balance against the wall. Servants are still milling pass, courtiers walking with sure steps. We’ve been lucky to have not be caught yet.
What if someone sees?
“I’m sure there’s something against the heir kneeling for a monster.”
“You are no monster, kitten.” His tongue laps at the thin fabric covering me from the air and I gasp. Hesmiles, eyes flaring in depraved heat that stutters my breath. “You are my mate, my future queen. I told you once, I would kneel for you as long as you begged me for it. Now? The Gods couldn’t keep me from kneeling for you. I just needyou.”
Confident fingers slip under the lacy fabric, pulling them to the side, seeing the evidence of my arousal. He groans softly. “Fuck, kitten. You’re so wet.”
My body trembles as his tongue finds my slit, moaning deep in his throat. “Sweeter than I remember.”
Once he samples me, he dives in like a man starved.
The band snaps, my panties thrown to the side. Kaden adjusts, his body over me as his tongue spears me deep within, and I’ve no choice but to hold on.
Lewd noises echo around us in the tight confines, the general’s golden eyes judging me from the shadows of his bust. I hear footsteps but my body doesn’t seem to listen. If anything, I grow wetter, hotter. Adrenaline and the apprehension of being discovered heightens everything, every touch, every lap of tongue.
I’m panting, head rubbing into the rough brick as I try to find purchase, Kaden’s talented tongue swirling in my innermost areas. Everything aches, everything burns with a passion so alive, I’m sure I’ll combust. White-hot fire runs down my legs from my core and my knees shake.
I’m so close, already. This male knows exactly what to do and I should hate him for it. Instead, I grind myself closer to his mouth, feel his smile as he holds my hips, black claws cutting into my skin.
More marks. More ownership. It spurs me on, my body tense with need. Release barrels closer to the edge and I moan, loudly, biting my lower lip to keep the noise at bay.
“No, no.” He chuckles, nipping at my clit. I yelp, breathless and mind scattered.
He pulls back. His chin glistens and he licks his lips. My cheeks flash hot but it’s the look in his eyes that holds me captive. “Let me hearit. I want to hear all the filthy, dirty things I do to you, float from those devious lips, pet.”
Kaden goes back, my skirt crumpled in his hands. If I thought he was perfect before, it was a tease to how he tastes me now. His lips nibble on my flesh, his tongue lapping over the places abused. He avoids where I need him, fucking me with his tongue until I’m squirming, begging formore.
Laughing, he levels the second leg over his shoulder. “Impatient, kitten.”
“Please.” I sigh, close to tears. He’s playing with me now.Sadist.“Please, Kaden.”
“Gods,” he breathes, blowing warm air over my engorged clit. “You don’t know how good you sound when you beg for me. I’ll finish before I’m inside of you.”
My hand finds his locks, holding him tight, as he mouth descends once more. Now, he doesn’t avoid the bundle of nerves, no, he lays claim to it. My body is nothing more than his enjoyment, being played like an instrument that only he knows the correct notes to. My back arches, body tightening once more, my knees clamping down around his ears.
He doesn’t say it, but I can feel his amusement, tasting every bit of me as I cum loudly on his tongue. My head thrashes, back scratched against the granite stone, the disappointing looks of long dead relatives watching us. Servants probably can hear, and yet I don’t care.
