Chapter 17 #2
“More,” I say, low and raspy, guiding the head of my cock between her parted lips.
The gentle suction, her tongue lapping over me, the wet warmth of her mouth.
I didn’t realize how much I needed it until she fell to her knees.
My world has been smudges of murky gray without her.
The air was too heavy to breathe, and everything was dreary.
I was functioning in a catatonic state until she brought my world to life, painting it in vivid colors. I’ll never go back.
Warmth spreads through my stomach. Chasing the sensation, I thrust into her mouth. With each stroke, the pressure builds. I’m on the verge of giving into the need she ignites in me. Statera help me, I want to release in the warmth of her mouth, to watch as she swallows every drop I give her.
I tug Raelle’s hair, pulling her away from me. “Come here,” I say.
She lifts her nightgown’s skirt, exposing her toned legs. I grip the back of her thighs and pull her on top of me. I slide her nightgown over her head, leaving her beautifully naked.
“Do I need to—”
“No,” she says with a sly smile. “I started the elixir the day after I came home. We won’t create an heir today, my king.”
She presents her body like an offering laid upon my altar. Her thighs tremble against mine and the pink tips of her breasts harden. My parah is at my mercy, and I’ve never felt more like a king.
I tangle my fingers in the hair at her nape and hold her waist. “Show me just how selfish you can be with me, princess.”
Raelle holds my stare and reaches between us.
Her fingers circle my cock, guiding it to her slick, warm entrance.
The muscles in my arms flex as I fight not to pull her down on me fast and hard.
I crave to feel her tightening around me, to thrust into her until she is screaming my name for the entire palace to hear.
But it’s been too long since her body accepted mine, and the last thing I want is for her to feel anything but bliss.
I rest my head back and exhale as she sinks down at a painfully slow pace.
When the juncture of her legs reaches me, she threads her fingers in my hair and caresses my lips with hers.
I drag my palm over her breast, loving how her hard nipple presses into my skin.
Her lips part with a sigh, and she rolls her hips.
The teasing rhythm she sets is like a wave lapping upon the shore.
And I want nothing more than to drown in her.
My skin grows tight over my bones, and the pressure builds low in my stomach. I run my hand up her spine and thrust into her. “You’re being such a good girl, taking what you need.”
She smiles at my praise, and her tender strokes grow more urgent.
“You like that, knowing you please me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathlessly answers.
“You know what would please me most? If you came for me. I want to feel your pretty cunt gripping me as it takes what it needs.” I kiss her neck and bite into the place that drives her wild.
Her body clenches around me as her breathing speeds up. The purest sounds of ecstasy fall from her mouth, and I catch them all with mine. I swallow them down, storing each one inside of me as if it is precious. She rides me until her body goes slack, and her head falls to my shoulder.
Wrapping her in my arms, I stand and place her on the edge of my desk.
Everything on top crashes to the floor with a single sweep of my arm.
I guide Raelle back until her hair is a halo around her head, and her body is laid out before me.
A thin sheen of sweat covers her curves, making them glitter as they catch the light of the fire.
She is pure and ethereal like this. And I plan on corrupting her in the best way.
I hook her legs around my hips and hold her hands above her head. “It’s my turn to be selfish, and I won’t be gentle about taking what I want.”
The rise and fall of her chest quickens, and her legs squeeze around me. “I can handle it. Don’t hold back.”
“Good girl,” I say, just to see the flash of lust in her eyes again.
The thought of her aching in the morning and remembering what we did here drives me to fuck her hard and fast. I revel in the sound of skin meeting skin and the pleasure laced whimpers she makes.
But the thing I love the most is how her body clings to me like I’m a vital piece of her that she doesn’t want to let go.
I drive my cock into her. The rage, fear, and loneliness that has consumed me for weeks fuels each hard stroke. I violently bury myself in my parah, and she digs her nails into my back. The pain morphs into pleasure, and I’m determined to take Raelle over the edge with me.
“Come on, princess. I need to feel you come one more time.” I say, lowering my mouth to her nipple.
Her back bows, and my name fills the room with a hoarse cry.
She pulsates around me, and the tension in me bursts.
It flows through me like hot liquid, rushing through every inch of my body.
A continuous string of praise for Raelle spilling from my mouth.
I shudder once... twice... three times, unable to control the pleasure rattling through me.
With my last ounce of energy, I place Raelle’s arms around my neck and rest my head on her chest. She sweeps her nails from the base of my neck to the top of my head, causing a deep hum to rumble through my chest. She chuckles and continues the calming motion.
“I’m sorry I didn’t bring my concerns to you first,” she says.
I lift my head, and she pushes my hair back from my face. “I forgive you. I forgave you as I was walking out of the sanctuary,” I say.
She cups my face and runs her thumb over my cheek. “I’m also sorry my actions hurt you.”
“You already apologized for that.”
“I know but let me do it again.”
“You’re forgiven,” I say, and she presses her lips to mine.
We take our time, pouring ourselves into the kiss.
It speaks louder than anything we said tonight.
This kiss is her apology and my forgiveness.
It’s a promise to always keep the other at the forefront of our minds.
It encompasses every I love you we’ve ever spoken to each other.
I’ve never felt anything as powerful as this.
I press a final kiss between her breasts and stand. She holds on to my fingers until I’m out of her reach and pushes her bottom lip out in a pout. I laugh as I grab my tunic and her robe from the floor.
Using my shirt, I clean her before doing the same to myself. “The palace staff is used to finding me passed out with a bottle of whiskey. They would have quite the shock, seeing you spread out over my desk in the morning.”
“I know. They’re expecting me to be mopping the floors at dawn.”
I shoot her an unamused glare and hold her robe open.
She slides her arms in and glances at me over her shoulder as she ties the sash. “You’re not the only one who gets to make jokes in this relationship.”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m king. I get to do whatever I want. And right now, I’m ready to take my parah to our bed.”
“Our bed?”
“Anything that is mine is now ours, and I need you in our bed.”
“You can’t mean to... Not after what we just—”
“That’s exactly what I intend.” I grab her by the waist and fling her over my shoulder. “I’ve been a deprived man for too long. I plan on making up for lost time.”
“Kyron!” she yells, squirming against my hold.
I slap her on the ass and receive a yelp. “I’ve clearly not exhausted you enough. Let’s go remedy that, princess.”