I glance back at him and say, “Wha—"
He forces me to bend over with a single hand, and I throb at the display of dominance, backside now sticking up in the air, right in front of his face. Mother help me.
His tongue returns to teasing me, licking around my center but never touching it, leaving me crying out, “Asmo, please!”
I’m rewarded with the feeling of his tongue entering me from behind, moving and tasting me from the inside. The feeling sends my head spinning, wanting more, more, more.
He removes his tongue, replacing it with a finger, gently moving in and out. He’s only making me more desperate for him. His tongue licks its way to my backside, kissing and biting all over while he pumps his finger.
“So pretty,” he murmurs from behind me. “I didn’t get to see how beautiful you are last night. It’s even better than I imagined.”
Suddenly, he removes his finger and then turns me back around before quickly picking me up and roughly setting me on the table, knocking plates and glasses to the floor. I lay back on the table, and he spreads my legs to stare at my soaking wet center.
“Mae…” he grinds out, his voice guttural. “You are…”
I reach up and grab his shirt, pulling him down to me, crashing my lips into his. I moan the moment I feel his tongue on mine. His kisses are feverish, desperate. His finger returns, pumping into me faster now.
My hands reach for him, desperate to feel what his body’s like, what it feels like under my skin. He stops me, taking both of my hands in his free hand and holding them above my head. His mouth pulls away from me.
“Az—”
He cuts me off before I can protest the loss of his mouth and not being able to touch him. “No,” is all he says before making his way down my body, his finger still pumping. His tongue licks my apex once, and my hips buck, drawing a cry from my mouth. My hips arch, my body aching for the feeling of his tongue.
“Say it,” he says, his mouth hovering over me as he looks up at me. I lift my hips to him, but he moves his head away, raising an eyebrow. “Say it,” he repeats.
“What?” I ask. Because honestly, I have no clue what he wants me to say.
“Please.”
“Please,” I whimper.
He growls at me and says, “Please,what?” He bites my inner thigh softly, and I can’t fucking think. I can’t form the words. All I can think about is the pleasure coursing through my body and how I need more.
“Please, Asmo.”
“Please,what?” he repeats, looking at me expectantly.
Please make me come? Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop, please never, never, ever stop?
“Please, Asmo. Please make me come,” I cry.
In response, his mouth covers my apex, his tongue lapping back and forth, stroking the sensitive bundle. He adds a second finger and pumps harder in rhythm with the movements of his tongue.
My body is on fire, the pressure building, and I reach to hold onto something, anything. My legs squeeze together, and I grab onto the edges of the table as the wave comes, as I come, as pleasure rolls through me, Asmo’s head still in between my legs, fingers still pumping until I can’t take it anymore. I cry out as the final wave peaks and then recedes.
My body relaxes on the wooden table, and he slowly kisses my inner thighs, then up my stomach, and finally up to my face. I can smell myself on him, and it’s intoxicating knowing thathewas just between my legs.
He’s looking at me, a soft smile adorning his handsome face. The green rimming his pupil seems wider than before, and I stare into his eyes. A moment passes between us, sweet and rare. My heart lurches. This moment feels like…not love, but affection. Intimacy.
His eyes are still on me as I reach up and try to smooth his hair out, trying to arrange it in the way he had it when I first saw him today. He picks me up from the table and carries me to the hammock, rocking in between two giant trees.
We lay there in silence for a while, him holding me and me soaking up every moment of laying against his chest. We rock together, holding each other while the rain pours around us, him stroking my hair. He’s right. Thisdoesfeel good when we’re not yelling at each other or ready to bite the other’s head off. But that’s not enough for me. That’s not enough to rule a kingdom together.
I fall asleep swiftly to the sound of the pouring rain and the feeling of a dark, tortured prince holding me, my own heart feeling tortured and confused.
The sound of thunder startles me awake. Asmo and I are still lying in the hammock, but the rain has grown heavier, now falling in thick sheets. Lightning cracks overhead as thunder follows close behind. But it doesn’t touch us. Asmo’s barrier stays strong against the relentless pounding.
Behind me, Asmo is still, but the rhythmic movement of chest rising and falling tells me he’s asleep.
