Chapter 25 #2
He pushes two of my fingers against the fabric.
My hips buck. My head lolls back. I tremble against his hard chest. “But you screamed last night and in my dreams. Over.” He releases my hand as he yanks one of my sleeves down.
“And over.” Down comes the other one. “And over again.” Shoving the cloth down to my waist, he frees my breasts to the air.
I recall all too suddenly that we’re flying. The rush of the air against my chest leaves me frozen. My hand stills. My breathing stops.
Reaching up, Richard grabs my chin and forces me to turn my head.
Electricity arcs between us, shooting through me and restarting my lungs with strong bolts of desire.
Breathing hard against his lips, I suck in gasps of air.
His tongue sweeps inside, claiming mine, making me forget where we were. How high.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Focus on me.” He kisses me deeply, and I concentrate on the touch of his tongue, the hot moan vibrating against my mouth.
My hand starts moving again as he cups my breasts.
He pinches the tight bud of my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. As I sag forward, my mouth leaves his.
But I keep my mind on his hands as he brushes my hair back. His lips press on my neck, licking and sucking and giving the gentlest bite. I jerk against him. Root myself in the sensations. His hand slips down my stomach, beneath the fabric, my fingers.
I pant with anticipation, but he doesn’t touch me there. He moves his other hand to fondle my other breast. He licks his way up to my ear. Snagging it in between his teeth, he growls, “I thought about you riding my hand again. I licked it clean after you left.”
Two fingers push inside me. A scream erupts from my lips, but it’s ripped away by the wind. I turn my head, searching for his lips, rolling my hips against his hand when I find them.
He claims me at both ends, his fingers moving so gently, his lips branding me so hungrily.
The stark contrast leaves me shaken, unable to decide if I should be riding his hand faster or kissing him slower.
He takes over every one of my senses – his taste of desire, his scent of masculinity, his soft growls of pleasure. And his touch. Dear gods, his touch.
My hips bucking, my chest heaving, I slip a finger inside my pussy to join his.
Within seconds, I’m orgasming on a scream.
He squeezes my breast as he swallows my cries of pleasure.
Pinches my nipple to the point of pain. Then he’s yanking my hand out of my jumpsuit and pressing down on my overly sensitive clit until I’m jerking around in front of him.
Spasming from the near painful pleasure, I struggle to find the words to make him stop.
To beg for mercy. But all I manage is, “Please.”
“Please, my king,” he murmurs in my ear, causing my whole body to shiver.
“Please… my king.” And just like that, he is inside me again, building me up as he pumps in and out.
In and out. In and out. So fast I can’t keep track.
He teases my breasts. His fingers curl inside me, knocking against that sweet spot that causes me to see stars.
As my arousal drips down my legs and soaks my ass, I squirm against him.
“Wait,” I breathe. “You’re going to stain my clothes.”
Relentless, he doesn’t listen.
Arching against him, I scream as he tosses my soul up into the stars. Creates the sun of my galaxy, the first dawn of the gods. And there he leaves me, in a state so raw and beautiful, I can’t help but tremble.
Ever so slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me. My hips rise, still chasing those last little tremors. He raises his hand towards my face, then past it to his. The wet slurp of his mouth causes my lips to part as I envision him sucking on his fingers. Tasting me.
Lowering his hand, he slips it back inside my jumpsuit. Running his fingers against my wet thighs, he scoops up more of my desire and brings it to his lips. A moan escapes him this time, rumbling from his chest. “I’m thinking about how wet you’ll be when you sit on my face.”
A pressure starts to build again as his hand dips south. He slides two fingers between my soaked lips, cleaning me thoroughly. My hips buck. My groan matches his. After he licks his fingers once more, he pulls my sleeves back up.
“Good girl. You did so well.”
My cheeks flush. My chest expands. I half-turn to reach for him, but with strong fingers, he grabs my hands before they can do any exploring of their own. Amusement lines his voice when he whispers in my ear, “You can open your eyes now. Maeve’s landed.”
My brows furrow in disappointment, then confusion, then horror as reality comes crashing down on me. Raising a hand to my lips as my eyes fly open, I wonder how he slipped past my defences. If he did it that easily, how the heck am I supposed to survive this war?
My gaze meets his as he lifts me off Maeve. When he smirks at me, he looks so arrogantly cute that the urge to warn him about the wasps bubbles up my throat.
But I swallow it down.
I swallow it like the good little brownie I am.
Because I might not be strong enough to fight him off myself, but my babies are. And they haven’t eaten in days.