I remove the blanket from my legs and swing them over the edge of the bed. The floor is cool underneath my feet, and the soft breeze from the window makes my hair flutter gently.
One foot in front of the other, just a few steps and I’m in front of him.
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer, burying hisface in my lower stomach. He inhales, as if he is trying to fill his lungs with my essence.
His hands on my waist grip tighter as he breathes in deeply, over and over again.
As if on their own accord, my fingers go to his hair, thick and dark. I weave them in, gently at first. He groans, his hold tightening even more, one hand moving to my ass.
His moans embolden me and I pull his hair, weaving my hands through in a steady rhythm, left, right, left, right.
With his face still buried deep in my lower stomach, I can feel the warmth of his breath down at my center. Heat coils between my legs, if he would only move his head a little lower…
Charles pulls back and looks up at me, eyes hazy and half closed. He takes my hand and moves it to his mouth. He kisses the palm of my hand, then turns it to look at the ring he gave me. Placing a soft kiss on it, his tongue starts moving in slow circles along my fingers.
I gasp.
If he is eliciting these kinds of emotions from me by merely kissing my hand, I can only imagine the delicious things he can do with the rest of my body.
Charles moves again, letting my hand drop to my side. He places his palms on the outside of my thighs and starts pushing my nightgown up. I’m only wearing a small slip underneath.
“Sit down,” he orders in a raspy voice.
For a second I hesitate; what does he want from me?
He senses my hesitation and chuckles. “Here, let me guide you.”
He pulls me forward so my arms rest on his shoulders and my legs are encircling his on the chair.
“Sit.”
My legs feel unsteady as I slowly lower myself down, my eyes never leaving his. My breasts are only inches away from his face, and as I sit down, I can feel his erection through his trousers.
“Have you been kissed before?” he asks while raising a hand and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I shake my head. “Not in the way that I want to be kissed,” I nearly whisper.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“I see. And in what way do youwantto be kissed, my Queen?” he murmurs and leans forward. His mouth connects with my throat, tender at first. His lips and tongue move across my neck, exploring, smelling, licking and kissing their way down to my collarbone.
“I…uh…I can’t think when you’re doing that,” I say breathlessly.
Charles chuckles. “Forgive me, I shall only listen.”
He leans back in the chair again, but keeps his hands on my thighs, his fingers drawing lazy circles.
I look down at his chest; I cannot look him in the eyes for this.
“I want to be kissed like the women in my books. The ones that no one knows I’ve read, the ones the housemaids kept stashed away at the back of the library.”
Charles doesn’t react, and the silence stretches on until I look up at his face. He is smiling.
“Show me. I am all yours.”
Chapter 5
My breath hitches, my heart pounding loud and fast in my ear.
