12. Liliviere
Liliviere
The way Malakai is touching me makes me writhe with delicious need. I’ve wanted him so badly from the first moment we met. I want his hands on my body, making me feel all those intense things that I can only dream of when I’m pleasuring myself.
All my life, I believed I would have to marry a man I didn’t want.
A political match for the sake of the kingdom.
The idea that I could have this—his big hands on my ass, tangled in my hair, fumbling with the zipper on my reception dress and drawing the zipper down—these were fantasies I hardly dared to indulge.
The spark that lit between us when we met this morning rages through me like a wildfire. Between my legs, I’m drenched with need.
“I can’t get this fucking zipper down,” he growls impatiently.
“Tear it off me,” I whimper. I need his rough hands on my bare skin now.
This instant. Malakai releases me abruptly.
He spins me around and pushes me up against the wall.
I brace myself with both hands against the cement bricks.
The cold, rough surface is a sharp contrast to his hot hands at my back.
“Tell me you want this,” he demands roughly.
“Please, Malakai.” I hear the click of steel and feel the press of a blade at the base of my neck.
He’s careful not to nick my skin with that wickedly sharp knife as he slices down one side of the zipper.
A shiver rolls through my body. His body is tense at my back.
He tosses the knife aside. It falls with a clatter.
I barely register the sound as his lips meet my nape.
His teeth close over my sensitive skin. I moan.
“You want me to fuck you in this safe room, Princess?” He fills his hands with my breasts, squeezing through the white lace corset cups.
“Yes, I do.” I step out of the ruined reception dress and kick it aside, turning to face him and pressing my back against the cold cement wall.
“You deserve silk sheets and flowers—”
“I’m not waiting for that. We are public figures, Mal. You know as well as I do that an attack could come at any moment. I’m done waiting.”
I stretch out one hand and squeeze his hard length through his trousers.
The ceremonial robes he’s wearing should look ridiculous.
Instead, the burgundy-red embroidered with gold thread looks almost militaristic on him.
I flick open one braided frog clasp. He groans as I work my way up, stripping the elaborate top off him to reveal a plain white shirt beneath, and black trousers below.
Slowly, I sink to my knees.
“You are mine now, Princess. Forever. No one will take you from me.”
My hair had already mostly escaped the elaborate updo. Now, he brings his hands to my head and finishes the job. Long tresses tumble around my shoulders. Pearl-tipped pins fall to the ground. I unfasten his trousers and extract his cock.
“I’m all yours, Malakai,” I promise. “I want you so badly.”
His muscles clench. I lick the underside of his thick cock, wrap my lips around the head, tasting salt at the slit.
The first time we were together, that morning at my castle, I didn’t quite know what I was doing.
I still don’t, but this time, I’m quicker to read his cues.
The shallow, panting breaths. The way his abdomen ripples.
He holds my head and fucks my mouth, green eyes sparking with fire.
“You’re beautiful on your knees,” he groans.
“I’ll worship you this way any time, Majesty.” Desire pulses deep in my core. I put my free hand between my thighs and let my finger slide into the slick heat.
“You’re perfect, Lili. My darling perfect princess. You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”
I can’t nod, so I hum a little noise of confirmation.
“Keep doing that. I want you to come on your fingers while I fuck your mouth.” He grips the back of my head, hard, and drives his cock into my mouth.
I moan around him. He thrusts deep. Tears well at the corners of my eyes.
All I can feel is him. Mal is my entire world.
I feel safe here. Cherished. Desperate with need.
I rub my swollen clit with both fingers.
Salt floods my tongue.
“That’s it,” he grits out, spilling his cum down my throat in hot, thick spurts. I whimper and clench around emptiness. I’m so ready for him.
Malakai extracts himself from my mouth with surprising gentleness, cupping my chin while he pulls back and helps me unsteadily to my feet. He catches me by the elbows and eases me back onto the cot, parting my thighs. He sits back on his heels and strips off his shirt.
“Let me see this pretty cunt.” He pushes my knees wider. I feel exposed, more naked than I ever have, despite the fact that I’m still wearing sheer white panties with lace trim. He rakes his gaze up to my face and says, “Play with your tits, Princess.”
I press up onto my elbows and drag down the cups of the corset. It’s too tight. I can’t sit upright. “Take it off,” I beg. “Please, Mal, take it off.”
He snatches the knife and slices up the center. Cold steel kisses between my breasts. The ruined lingerie falls away. His wildfire eyes take in my rather modest chest—I wasn’t blessed with big boobs—and darken.
“Perfection,” he growls. A wave of excitement crashes over me. I’ve always been self-conscious about my small breasts, but they’re full enough to please him. His reaction makes me feel sexier than I ever have before in my life.
Malakai reaches out to squeeze them, touching me with reverence mixed with hunger. “Eyes on me, Lili. Don’t look away.”
He sits back, running his hands along the outside of my thighs.
Bending his dark head, he drags his tongue over the wet mesh of my white lace panties.
I squirm. Teasingly, he traces the outlines of my lips, pressing the flat of his tongue over my clit.
I writhe with abandon. He picks up the knife again and slices the panties off my body.
The cold steel presses against my heated skin.
Snick. Snick. The fabric slides away. He carefully folds away the switchblade.
“I’m not taking any chances with you, Lili.
” He leans in, shouldering my thighs apart.
I feel so exposed. My entire body trembles as he tongues my pussy.
His hot, wet mouth is so good on my sensitive flesh.
He pushes his tongue into my slit, tasting the barrier there.
I moan helplessly and grab for his hair. Anticipation coils within me.
He fucks my pussy with his mouth, the same relentless yet tender way he fucked my mouth with his cock. Wild noises tear out of me, wordless whimpers dying into screams of pleasure as sensation ripples through me.
All the while, he pumps his own cock in his fist. I can feel the motion in the jerky way his shoulders move beneath my calves. I dig my heels into his back and pant, “Fuck me, Mal, please, I’m begging you.”
Abruptly, he rises to his feet and kicks off his pants.
“You’re ready for me, Lili.”
Yet staring at his huge cock, I have to wonder, am I?