Chapter 5
Her unabashed stare at his cock made all the blood rush toward it.
She was a queen and a mother, but he had a feeling she was more innocent than not. When he knelt on the bed, at its foot, her eyes went wide.
“What are you doing?”
“What you gave me permission to do, Katarine.”
Her legs were locked together as she sat against the pillows.
“But you must be brave enough to let me do it—and silent enough not to get us both caught.”
Confusion creased her brow. “Do what?”
“Bend your knees and spread your legs, My Queen. Let me worship the treasure between your thighs.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What?”
“Have you never had a man bury his face between your legs until you screamed in pleasure?”
Her eyes were as wide as a full moon, and she shook her head.
“Good. Then I am the first. Lean back and enjoy, My Queen.”
At first, he didn’t know if she would do it. But something told him this woman held surprises, and he hoped this was one of them.
Katarine’s lids grew heavy, and he loved her stunning face and pendulous breasts, tipped with pink nipples. With the grace of the queen she was, she slid her legs up and let them fall open, revealing to him the treasure between them.
It was all the invitation he needed. With slow care, Santiago moved between her knees and pressed a kiss to her belly as he glanced up at her face.
“A queen should be worshipped this way at least thrice per week,” he said.
She opened her mouth to reply, and he saw the word why form on her lips, but before she could speak it, he began his feast by dragging his tongue up her lower lips, which were already slick with her moisture.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
“Keep quiet, My Queen, or we will have the whole palace as an audience.”
Katarine went silent as his mouth closed over her nether lips. And worship he did. Her fingers dug into the sheets as he licked and kissed and sucked and made love to her with his mouth. It was … glorious.
Never in Katarine’s life had she felt something so intensely pleasurable. Her breath caught as her head swung from side to side. She felt like she was going to come apart from the inside out.
And when his finger slid within her sheath, she turned her head to use the pillow to muffle her cry.
The sensations that spread through her entire body were indescribable. Her limbs went weak, and she felt like she was melting.
And still, he kept on. It grew harder and harder to stay quiet as he worshipped her and gave her pleasure that defied words.
What is he doing to me?
It was beyond amazing. Beyond … anything she’d ever felt. Her entire body tensed, released, and shattered, and she sobbed out her pleasure.
“I don’t know if I can …”
He pulled away, and her hazy vision took in his handsome face, with his lips glistening from her passion.
“Perhaps with more practice, you can handle more, My Queen.”
“… thrice per week,” he had said.
Katarine felt like she might expire on the spot. Her lungs heaved as she drew in breath after breath. “You … you enjoy this?”
His lips curled into a wolfish smile. “The taste of you on my tongue is as intoxicating and addictive as the sound of your pleasure. Worshipping you is a gift to me.”
“Where did you come from, Santiago of the Clan of Wind?”
“They call us barbarians, but for a woman such as yourself not to know this pleasure? That seems barbaric to me.”
Katarine couldn’t remember ever smiling wider.
“Thrice per week might kill me.”
“Only tiny deaths, My Queen. They make you stronger.”
Whether he was right or wrong, she did not know, but what she knew was that she wanted him. She had never wanted a man more in her life.
“You knew what this would do to me.”
His expression was telling.
“And how am I supposed to stop here? Let this be where it ends?”
“Ah. Self-control, My Queen. You have that in abundance.”
Do I? Katarine wondered.
Because right now, she wanted to pin him to the bed like he had done to her.
But he controlled himself.
“See. Right there.”
“Is this cruelty or kindness?” she wondered aloud.
“I cannot have you think that,” he replied, and his face lowered back between her thighs.
The pleasure of his intimate kiss and worship exploded within her like a booming clap of thunder.
“Please,” she whispered.
“No, My Queen. I will not take you until we wed. But I will give you what you need.”
He slid his finger within her and stroked her with it until her body clamped down and her senses shattered.
When she was limp from ecstasy, Katarine’s consciousness faded. She felt the soft sheets cover her skin just before she slipped into sleep.
Santiago’s own body screamed for release as he stepped away from the queen’s bed.
She was too precious to dishonor, and at the moment, honor was all he had left to offer her.
He bowed silently to her, turned, and walked to the solarium door. Once in his own bed, he thanked God for the chance at a new life, but when he slept, it was nightmares that filled his dreams.