And then the King of Shadows knelt, one knee against the wood. With a gentleness that bordered on reverence, he lifted my leg and hooked my thigh around his neck, drinking in the sight of my wetness.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips across my thigh. I shuddered against him, my body tensing against the shelves. His lips drifted closer—closer and closer, each second tightening the ache until I could barely stand the lack of contact any longer.
Arching against him, I lifted my tunic a little higher, wanting to feel his hands on every inch of me.
With one hand gripping my thigh and the other splayed across my backside, Kalen dragged his tongue across my aching core. I bucked against him as pleasure swept through me. My moans echoed through the silent library stacks. With an answering growl, Kalen pushed his tongue deep between my folds.
I nearly came undone as desperation for more clawed through me.
Every flick of his tongue, every taste he took of my need, was better than it had ever been before, and yet it wasn’t enough. I needed all of him. I wanted him to bury himself inside me, feeling every ounce of the pleasure he was giving me right now.
I couldn’t help myself. I started to move my hips, grinding myself against his mouth. He growled, his hand tightening against my backside, and I could feel the deep vibrations of that sound beneath me. Moaning, I slid my hands into his hair once more and held on as I bucked against him, faster and faster until everything within me clenched tightly.
He lifted his eyes to mine with his tongue deep inside me. And it was that one look with the fire blazing in his sapphire eyes that shattered me completely.
I bucked against him, coming so hard I nearly screamed. I worried my violent shakes might hurt him, so I tried to pull away. But he held me in place, letting me ride my waves of pleasure against his mouth.
When the last of my quakes subsided, Kalen slowly rose, my need gleaming on his lips. He gave me a feral smile. “I think I’m going to need you to sit on my face more often.”
I blushed and palmed his shoulder, marveling in the curves of his muscles. “Your turn.”
That feral smile turned electric. “What did you have in mind?”
I turned, presenting my backside to him, and leaned forward to grab the lower shelves. “I need you inside me.”
He gripped my hips, and the tip of his cock brushed against my core. Even though I’d just had my release, everything within me clenched once more. His palms massaged the shape of my thighs, my hips, my waist, until his thumbs stilled against those decades-old scars on my lower back.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, gently pushing his swollen tip inside me. “And such a good fucking girl.”
A delicious shudder went through me as he filled me to the hilt. He pulled out and thrust harder this time, causing a rough gasp to pop from my throat.
“Is that all right?” he asked in a low growl, and I could tell he was trying to hold himself back.
“Faster,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider. “Harder.”
Kalen did not need any more encouragement than that. With a grunt, he thrust deeper into me. I cried out from the delicious sensation that shook through me, no longer caring if anyone heard. Holding tight to the shelf, I rocked against him and met his building need with my own.
Our reverberations shook some of the books loose from the shelf, and they tumbled to the floor. That only seemed to drive Kalen on. He gripped me tighter and pounded into me so hard that stars dotted my eyes.
My pleasure began to build, my walls tightening around him until I couldn’t hold on even a second longer. Shaking, I arched against him, getting the angle just right, and—
The world shattered around me. Delicious light spilled through my mind, transforming my entire existence into nothing but stars. Panting, I clung to the shelves, the tremors of my climax more intense than I’d ever felt before.
Kalen roared as he followed in my wake. His cock throbbed between my legs, spilling his seed. Our bodies shook together, and for a brief moment in time, I felt something between us snap tight—a thread, or a coil, winding around his soul and mine. Our breathing was in sync; our orgasms throbbed in time. Even our hearts seemed to beat as one.
And then that sensation flitted away like leaves on the wind, leaving me spent and in desperate need of sleep.
I sagged against the shelves as Kalen slowly pulled out of me. And then he was there, hauling me into his arms and kissing me as if he’d never kissed me before. When he pulled back, his eyes latched onto mine, and that strange thread seemed to tug at me again.
“Never leave my side again,” he said, his voice rough. “Stay with me always.”
Heart swelling with a strange kind of hope, I palmed his jaw and I smiled. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“Good.” He dropped his forehead against mine, and I swore I could still feel the heavy thudding of his heart as if it were mine.
Eleven
Tessa
