Chapter Eighteen #2
Her chest heaved with a heavy breath, her pink-tipped breasts trembling.
He lowered his head to take one hard peak into his mouth.
She gave a throaty moan, arching toward him.
Using his lips and tongue, he teased her flesh, savoring each quiver as it passed over her.
When he moved to the other breast, she sighed his name.
He lifted his head, relishing the way her heavy-lidded eyes opened and she gazed on him with desire.
"Remember, don't let go."
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Gillian tightened her grip on the rail, wondering how she possessed the strength to remain as he ordered.
She ached to hold him near, to run her hands along his heated flesh.
His head lowered again, tormenting her breasts briefly with raspy strokes of his tongue.
Delight coursed in her veins, her body singing with delight.
His hands and mouth moved along her flesh and she wanted more than the gentle and unhurried caresses.
She wanted him to take her hard, to unleash the flaming passion lurking beneath the tender arousal he stirred.
She undulated toward him, trying to convey without words what she wanted, but he seemed not to notice, leisurely exploring her.
He knew well which spots spiked her hunger, returning often to tease the curve of her hip, the top of her thigh, the underside of her breast. Her head thrashed, frustration mixed with the need.
"P-please, my lord."
"Patience, Wildcat."
He trailed his fingers along the juncture of her thigh and she cried out, willing him to her sex. But he determinedly avoided her pussy, content to stroke everywhere but where she wanted him. Need pounded in her head.
"Royce, you will kill me this way!"
The shake of his head against her belly added another layer of torment, his hair brushing across her sensitive skin. One finger slowly slid along her moist folds and she gave a loud sigh of pleasure. Finally!
After several moments of that single finger moving ever so slowly across her aching flesh, she once more ground her teeth in frustration. The sensations he stirred pleased her, but it wasn't enough.
"Please!"
Her rough voice echoed like a roar in the room.
He chuckled, but before she could rail at him for teasing her this way, he lowered his head and slid his tongue along her sex.
She nearly swooned from the intensity of the lust taking her over.
He used his hands to hold her open, exploring deeper with his tongue.
Not as satisfying as his cock, but she didn't care.
Pleasure thrummed through her and when he caught her hard bud between his lips and sucked hard, she was lost, her body bucking wildly against the tumult exploding her senses.
Her vision went red, then white, and then she couldn't see at all, could only let the tempest roar around her.
Royce continued to plague her with his mouth, drawing out the waves until she thought she would be reduced to cinders before he finished.
As the waves of delight ebbed, she gasped for air. Sensing his gaze on her, she forced her eyes open. The smug satisfaction in his smile drew a weary laugh. He moved up her body, reaching for her hands.
"You obeyed very well, wife."
Her fingers were stiff and aching from gripping the rail so tightly.
She ignored the numbness in her shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck, finding his mouth with hers.
The taste of herself on his lips sent her desire soaring once more, and she opened her legs.
The feel of his cock sliding against her flesh, slick with her juices, nearly had her on the edge of release once more.
"Now, Royce. Now!"
He obliged her with one hard stroke, seating himself deeply within her. For several moments, he remained motionless, studying her. He brushed the hair from her face and finally began a slow thrusting that refired the inferno of moments ago.
She met each of his strokes, until he grabbed her hips, holding her still so he could drive harder into her.
This was what she wanted, the full measure of his desire, knowing it was for her alone and that she returned it, likely tenfold.
She clung to him as if he were the lifeline in a raging sea, until she was exploding once more, tumbled in the wild waves.
She cried his name, reveling in the way he answered with a shout of his own, his cock pulsing wildly within her.
It was several minutes before they quieted, their harsh breathing making a strange music that rang in the chamber.
The motion of him rolling to his back drew a surprised squeal.
He said nothing as he settled her atop him, his softening cock still inside her.
She basked in the way he gently stroked her back and snuggled closer.
If only they could stay thus forever. Thoughts of the morrow weighed heavily upon her.
"What troubles you?" Royce's question broke the suddenly uneasy silence.
"Nothing."
"You've gone as hard as a plank. Something is bothering you."
She hesitated. "The trial and the ... I... "
He gave a nod. "I understand, but you must be there. I will be beside you, and as we'll be beside the king, it will tell everyone Edward trusts you."
"I know, but... 'Tis brutal to watch another put to death."
He said nothing, leaving her to wonder just what was going to happen in the coming days.