“I’m alive, and that’s a feat after what we just did.”
He chuckled. “Killing you wouldn’t be a good thing.”
She tensed up, and it dawned on him. Shit. Her stepmother had been killed, probably, and that was no laughing matter. She sat up on the bed, crossing her legs one over the other and pulling the bedspread to cover her nakedness.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make light of what’s happening.”
“It’s okay. I know you trust the guy who you sent to pick up Obasi. I appreciate all you’re doing, but from now on I need to be involved in every way. No more giving me the news—I want to discover it.”
“You got it.” He sat next to her. “I’ll do anything for you, my love,” he said, the words parting from his lips before he had the chance to filter them.
She looked away, then when he nudged her side, a playful way to dispel the tension, she gazed back at him. A glint of fear flashed in her eyes, and she chewed her bottom lip. He cleared his throat, processing the reality of their situation. Declaring his love for her had scared her. She seemed uneasy, confused. I have to be patient—but how?
How could he wait until she loved him in return? That could take forever—or never happen. In the meantime, he had a country to rule and obligations.
“You looked very handsome tonight,” she said, with a tentative glance at him. “I’m a history teacher and the idea of a real king being into me is insane.”
“You’d better get used to it.”
A small lump bobbed its way down her throat. “I know,” she said, in a small voice. “I just want you. Now,” she said, reaching to touch his cock, awakening it again, “inside me, inside me so deep everything else will disappear.”
He pulled her into his lap and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her with so much intensity, as if the secret to convince her to open up to him lay in his mouth. He grazed her lips, needing to sink his teeth into her flesh, needing her to feel the same sting of lust overpowering him so quickly.
She moaned, a sexy sound he could hear forever, and upped her game, intensifying the claim of his mouth, too, embracing him tight. She didn’t need to say it out loud—he got the message. She wanted him quick, rough, and deep.
And I’m going to give it to her.
…
A crazy need to have him inside her arrowed through Izzy.
When he’d overwhelmed her with his kind words, she’d decided to take charge and ask him to screw her. The only way for her to shut down the background noise in her head. The nagging doubts.
He shoved the linen aside, and she reveled in the skin-to-skin contact, and the perfect mold of their bodies. He was hard where she was soft. He had ridges where she had curves. She wrapped her legs around him, her pearly cream coating her folds, a deep craving coiling low in her stomach.
“Nassor.”
“That’s right, baby. That’s the name you’ll be screaming when I fuck your ass soon.”
The idea sent another thrill of excitement through her. She’d never imagine she’d long for him to take her in such a wicked place, but when he’d played in there with his fingers, the in-and-out friction teased all her nerves and she enjoyed it.
He slid his fingers into her pussy, kneading her folds, flicking her clit. “You’re drenched for me. Oh, yes, Izzy.”
With a sexy growl, he flipped them around and put her on all fours. Drunk with desire, she swayed a bit, her hips undulating, and she found it impossible to keep still. He placed his palm on the small of her back, and the warmth of his hand propped her to stop moving. He nudged her thighs open with his leg, the promise of what was about to come quickening her heart rate. He quickly walked to her nightstand, retrieving the lube from the first drawer. She heard him squirt some of it on his fingers.
She tossed a glance over her shoulder to find him behind her with an intense gaze at her ass. She licked her lips, a shiver traveling up her spine.
He ran his fingers between her cheeks, and a jolt of awareness throbbed in her cunt, swelling her clit painfully fast.
She whimpered, clenching the bedspread, lost in a mix of wanting him to claim her ass and wanting him to have already done so. The experience craved and feared—much like his love.
“Nassor. Please.”
He slid two fingers into her hole, playing with it, stretching it like he’d done before. The lube warmed inside her, causing little sizzles of awareness to tingle in her anus. “Touch yourself,” he said.
She slid her hand down to her sex, cupping, feeling the wet heat before she even slid fingers into her pussy. She mimicked some of the movements he’d done so many times, slamming deep into her then retreating only to return again.
He caressed her hole with more vigor, and when she began teasing her clit, he rubbed the thick head of his cock into her back entrance. She sucked in her breath, then exhaled, trying to relax her muscles for the sweet invasion. Without a word, he waited for her, and only resumed easing inside when she loosened her shoulders. “Play with your naughty clit, babe… I love the way it throbs on my tongue when I’m eating you.”
