Page 48 of King of Pride

Their eyes locked—her confusion mirrored in his. She wondered when he’d ever been “gentle.” Then he bent down again, lavishing one breast after the other with hungry kisses and suckling strokes. Each touch sent delicious shivers through her, his fervent exploration driving her need to heights she never imagined she could reach.

His gaze pinned her down, dark and unblinking, before his mouth descended. He took her in—every curve, every breath—then closed over the swell of her breast. One, then the other, back again, teasing the soft flesh with his tongue, his lips, the scrape of teeth.

Rose arched beneath him, trembling, her body answering his hunger with a heat she hadn’t known she could bear.

His hand slid down her thigh, pulling her leg wide as he settled between her hips, his weight pressing her into the couch. His mouth never left her skin—kissing, licking, tasting—while his hips rocked against hers, the friction maddening.

He avoided the peaks of her breasts, though she could feel how badly he wanted them, how his restraint was fraying. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt as his lips trailed lower, over the dip of her belly, into the hollow of her navel.

Her shirt had fallen open, buttons undone, and now his mouth was everywhere—licking, sucking, leaving damp trails and the faintest bites, each one sending a jolt through her. She could only feel him: the heat of his skin against hers, the wet press of his tongue, the sharp sting of his teeth, the way his body moved against her like he was memorizing every inch.

He eagerly devoured her skin, his mouth trailing up the swell of her breasts over and over again.

Impatience bubbled within her, and she finally blurted, “Why aren’t you taking my nipple in your mouth?”

Her tone blended frustration with pleasure, a tantalizing sensation so close yet just out of reach, leaving her delirious.

He lifted his head to meet her gaze, a mark of desire etched on his face. His thumb grazed her nipple, flicking her left one before twisting it gently between his index finger and thumb. Locking eyes with her, he brushed against her other breast, sensing her growing impatience.

“Please,” she urged, her voice a soft plea.

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He dipped down again, his mouth enveloping her breast, teasingly avoiding the other before returning to it, lavishing attention on both.

The teasing became unbearable; her need intensified as he held her captive in the moment. Breathless with pleasure, she grasped his head with both hands, pulling him down to her breast with a force that surprised even him.

This time, he didn’t hesitate; he drew her nipple into his mouth. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, filled with raw pleasure as his mouth wrapped around her, drawing forth a breathless sigh.

He was starving, his mouth trailing down to her stomach before moving lower, exploring her body with an insatiable hunger. She gasped, struggling to catch her breath as his hand glided from her hips to her small waist, squeezing tightly before sliding up to her chest.

He flicked her nipple with his thumb, then reached around to the back of her head, lifting her chin as he pressed his mouth against her skin again and again, his tongue flicking over her, igniting shivers that coursed through her body. He wouldn’t let her escape; he was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure.

His grip tightened around her, holding her arms back as his lips danced over her body, eliciting a mix of ticklish delight and overwhelming pleasure. As he lowered himself to her breasts and then back down to her stomach, she breathed heavily, trembling under his touch.

His mouth slipped down to her panties, and she felt his fingers teasing the elastic before pulling it down. It took little effort for him to lift her hips with one hand, sliding her panties down to her knees and then to her ankles, tossing them aside carelessly. He held both of her legs firmly, settling them comfortably, his eyes filled with desire as he gazed at the woman of his dreams, bare beneath him except for his open shirt, her skin glistening with his saliva.

The wild intensity in his gaze left her breathless, her face flushed and heart racing. He leaned down, kissing along her knees and down her thighs, his tongue flicking over her repeatedly before trailing between her legs, leaving soft kisses that ignited her senses. His mouth explored her body with a ravenous hunger, making her gasp as her body quaked with pleasure.

“Ah…” She cried out, feeling unsteady as he lavished attention on her most sensitive areas, his tongue wrapping around her nerves, flicking over and over again with fervor.

The pleasure surged through her, leaving her shaking and breathless. His hands roamed over her thighs while one slid up to her breasts, where he flicked her nipple with his thumb, rolling it gently between his fingers. His mouth worked tirelessly on her bundle of nerves, while his other hand gripped her hip, holding her steady, refusing to let her move.

“Mmmhmm…” She was trying not to scream, but the more she stifled her voice, the more intense it became. Pleasure surged through her, so overwhelmingly good that she felt utterly controlled.

He held her down, his hand pressed firmly against her body to keep her still as she attempted to move her hips, but he would not allow it. His tongue slid inside her like a serpent before retreating, only to return and tease her sensitive nub.

“Oh my God!” Rose cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her with an intensity she had never known; her back arched, but he didn’t relent. Instead, he pinned her down as she struggled to manage the pleasure coursing through her body.

He increased the pressure of his tongue, devouring her. She trembled and gasped, but he wouldn’t let go; his ministrations intensified, rendering her completely consumed by ecstasy until he finally released her.

Breathless, she fought to contain herself, but it was impossible. He was insatiable, and she was overwhelmed with pleasure, her body shaking and quaking, entirely at his mercy.

He was shameless as he leaned closer, his voice low and commanding. “If you keep trying to push me away, I’ll tie you down to the dinner table and feast on you the way I want, without interruption.”

The seriousness in his tone startled her, and the very thought sent a thrill through her, making her feel less opposed to the idea as her pleasure intensified.

Completely at his mercy, she felt his mouth return, his gaze focused on her as she teetered on the brink of her orgasm, trembling uncontrollably. He moved down to her stomach, licking her again, before finding her nipples. She shook under his touch, and he seemed wild with desire.