Chapter Thirty-One
Felix
This can’t be real.
I blink. Close my eyes. Reopen them.
Yet the way she stares at me tells me this is no illusion. The downward turn of her lips and furrowing brow speak to her displeasure as thick silence settles into the space between us.
While I’ve always known this moment would come, I never expected it would come about this way. Although she didn’t ask me to fuck her into oblivion like she has in my dreams for the past five centuries, the words that fell from her lips and hang between us are exhilarating nonetheless.
I take another long stride forward. “And this is what you want?” Though her frown deepens, an inferno spreads through my chest as she reluctantly nods.
“Say it.”
It takes all my strength to fight back a smirk when she inhales sharply. For all her bolstering, she loves being commanded.
“This is what I want.”
It’s all the confirmation I need.
Closing the remaining distance between us, I place two fingers under her chin to tilt her head upward. “Take off your gown.”
Her gaze flits between my eyes. I pour every ounce of power into giving her what she seeks, willing her to submit to me without speaking the words. I’d get on my knees and lick her perfect cunt until she wept if that meant I could touch her, but she doesn’t need to know that. Doesn’t need to know that she could steal my crown and burn my kingdom to the ground if she’d allow me to bury myself inside her and wring every ounce of pleasure from her body.
Her eyes don’t stray from my face as she takes a step back and pushes the thin straps of her sleeping gown from her shoulders. The restraints of my control hang by a thread as the silk material pools around her ankles, leaving her completely bare to me. Fuck.
This is almost over before it begins when my eyes drop from her face and roam over the taut, rose peaks of her perfect breasts. I nearly come like I’m a fucking virgin again. My gaze caresses the curve of her waist, then drops to her generous thighs. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, unable to hide my smirk as she instinctively shifts her legs.
Stars be damned.
“Tell me what you want,” I command, the answer I want to hear in the forefront of my mind. Though hearing the words fall from her perfectly shaped lips will be a symphony to my ears, my command isn’t for my benefit alone. She needs to say it, so there are no misunderstandings when I run my tongue across every inch of her body.
Gold flecks of starlight swirl in the depths of her honey eyes. “To breathe again.”
Though the thread in my chest takes note of the soft inflection of her tone, the being inside me roars and demands I relinquish control. She stiffens when I erase the space between us and dip my head to plant a featherlight kiss on the side of her neck.
Her head lolls to the side and she sighs when I suckle at the point between her collarbone and shoulder that drives her mad. The sound goes straight to my cock. My free hand snakes up the soft flesh of her belly, every fiber of my being demanding her soft moans to fill my ears.
She’s always been absolutely exquisite, but the stars bless me with the way she responds to my touch. Each drag of my lips across her neck is a million sacred oaths of devotion, each caress of her hardened peaks a vow of eternal worship.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I murmur when impatience creeps beneath my skin.
A twisted sense of possessiveness explodes through my chest when I pull away and find that purple has already blossomed up the length of her neck.
She stares up at me with wide eyes that beg me to bend her over and fuck her against the wall, yet she hesitates. My heartbeat is a deafening roar in my ears. Indecision wars in her eyes before quickly being drowned beneath golden flecks of desire.
I thank the stars and any other higher being when the bond we share overshadows the doubts in her mind. She obeys and hitches her left leg around my hip. The other leg quickly follows suit and she clasps her arms around my neck as I move toward the bed.
My long strides fill with silent panic when she shifts her weight. I count the number of kings who came before me and the number of rooms in the palace, anything to serve as a distraction from the wetness that leaks from her core and onto the front of my breeches.
Reaching the foot of the featherbed faster than I have in all my six hundred years of life, Ellesandra untangles her limbs from me as I deposit her onto the bed.
My jaw clenches tightly when I take a step back to remove my tunic and breeches.
Every inch of her is ethereal. Her chocolate ringlets splay wildly across my silk pillow covering and spill over her shoulders. A light dusting of the freckles I long to drag my tongue across peek through the curls. Fire licks at my skin with each place my eyes touch, but my whole body is set aflame as my gaze travels down to the sweetness dripping between her thighs.
My gaze snaps upward when she shifts. Those fucking eyes.
They nearly bring me to my knees. They’re twin jewels of honey glistening beneath morning light. They’re molten gold I’d bathe in and enjoy the scorching heat if it meant she’d keep looking at me like that for all eternity. I crave to watch them roll back into her skull as she explodes in completion beneath me.
“You’re beautiful.” The words are strangled and rough leaving my throat.
Though she says nothing, the soft sigh of contentment that curls in my chest is answer enough. Each sound or movement that doesn’t belong to her fades to the background as I pull my tunic over my head and shuck off my breeches. The temperature of my blood becomes an inferno when her hungry gaze drops to my cock, the tip an angry shade of red and weeping with five centuries of unspent need.
Her tongue darts out to sweep over her bottom lip when I step forward and wrap my palms around her calves, pulling her towards the edge of the bed. Peering up at her with a smirk, I bend down to plant a kiss to the top of her foot, the pads of each of her toes, then each ankle.
I chuckle when she props up on her elbows and her fingers sink into my scalp. “So impatient.”
Her back bows when I kneel and drag my tongue languidly up the smooth expanse of her inner thigh. I groan when I nestle my head between her legs and inhale deeply. It’s the most divine scent I’ve ever smelled, a perfect amount of sweetness that sees saliva pool on my tongue. I have to taste her.
Shadows leak from my chest, smothering the room of all light. When her eyes flutter open and she looks down at me, a midnight tendril snakes around her calf and slides up to bind her hands above her head. A smirk plays on my lips as I pull her forward and prop her legs on my shoulders.
I quickly decide I’ll spend the rest of my days with my face buried in her cunt as I lay a long swipe up her center and she cries out. I groan when the sweet taste of her juices explodes on my tongue. It’s the perfect balance of sweet and salty, the finest blackberry wine and strongest whiskey.
Her breaths are short pants when I flick my tongue over her swollen, sensitive nub, once, then twice. In close to seven hundred years of life, she’s the only woman I’ve ever tasted. And stars be damned, she’s so sweet. I feast greedily on her core, lapping each drop of sticky, sweet wetness that drips from her center.
I plunge my forefinger, then ring finger inside of her. My tongue swirls around her sensitive nub in the lightest touch, my fingers moving in and out of her at a grueling pace.
I withdraw my tongue when she writhes and her gasps quicken.Although she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, the stars themselves would have to fall before I allowed her to come this easily. After five centuries of waiting, it’s time she learns patience.
Black spots blur my vision when I lift my head and glance up at her. Her back arches off the bed, her eyes screwed shut while her head is thrown back in pleasure. A thin sheen of sweat glistens over the rosy, hardened peaks of her breasts. Gooseflesh covers every inch of her milky skin. A wild cocoa curl sticks to her forehead. I’m sure there’s nothing in all the realm that’s more beautiful.
And tonight, she will be completely at my mercy.
Ellesandra,
I’ve come to realize why I hate the rain. Each drop is laced with honey and each puddle shakes with laughter.