Chapter 19
Fawn slipped out of the bathroom while Dean showered. He’d insisted she stay in the bathroom with him, but his overbearing need to see her at all times had to be squashed.
No sooner had she stepped into the bedroom than a strong arm banded around her waist and yanked her against a wet, hard chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Dean rumbled.
How could he expect her to answer with his naked body pressed tight against hers? Her thin shift was a poor barrier between her lower back and his cock. His shaft hardened against her, and she wanted nothing more than to press her hips back.
Dean had been the perfect gentleman, but Fawn wished he’d ravish her at least once. She hadn’t had sex since Warren, and her lust flared with the knowledge that only a scrap of silk separated her pussy from his cock.
He cursed behind her and pressed his hips against hers on reflex. “Stop.”
She slid her hand over his, trying to push it lower. “What if I don’t want to?”
Dean jerked back like she’d burned him, and she spun around to protest, but her breath caught in her throat.
He looked wild and fucking gorgeous. Water trailed down his scarred chest, and Fawn’s gaze followed it straight to his erection.
“Holy shit.” Her breath caught. There had been men of all sizes performing at the pleasure house, but none as big as the king.
He covered his cock with his large hand, but it only blocked a portion from her view. “Stop staring at me like that,” he warned, his voice thick with want.
“Why?” Fawn stepped closer, but he backed away. “It’s clear you want me too.”
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. “When I have you, I want all of you. I don’t want it to be just sex.”
It hurt a little that he thought she wasn’t his. “I might not love you yet, but I thought we had a relationship beyond friendship. Do you not feel the same?”
“Fuck, Fawn.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “You’ve been more to me since the moment I heard you laugh from a table away, but I don’t think you’re ready to be mine in every way.”
In a few steps she stood in front of him and ran her hand up his taut chest. “I’m ready.”
Dean’s breaths came fast, and he threaded a hand through her hair and tugged. “Just this morning you were packing to leave me,” he rasped. “You’re not ready.”
“I wasn’t really going to leave,” she insisted. “I threw a fit like a child, but I wouldn’t have left. I couldn’t have left you.”
His hands flexed at his sides, and he looked away from her. Finally, he turned back. “I won’t take you yet, but I’ll take this.”
He crushed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, and she melted against him.
Yes . His other hand snaked around her and pulled her close, but that wasn’t good enough for her.
She broke the kiss, clutched the top of his shoulders, and jumped.
Realizing her intent, he grabbed her thighs and lifted, helping her twine her legs around his waist.
“Gods damn, you really are trying to kill me.” He dove in for another kiss, licking at the seam of her lips, begging entry. Their tongues moved together in a sensual dance, and she rocked her hips against his abs. He whispered her name like a prayer and carried her to the bed.
He laid her on the edge of the bed and kissed his way down her jaw. “Is there anywhere on your neck I can kiss?” His question surprised her, and he added, “I noticed you don’t like part of your neck touched.”
If she thought she wanted him before, that feeling had nothing on this. “The front is okay and a little of the sides.”
His tongue instantly went to the pulse point on her neck and sucked. Her nipples hardened, and she moaned, rocking her hips against his. “I won’t fuck you, but I need to taste you.”
The length of his cock pressed against her throbbing center, and she rubbed against him like a cat in heat. “Please.”
Working his way down her chest, he sucked a nipple into his mouth through the fabric. The hot slide of silk against her sensitive skin drove her fucking crazy, and she grasped his hair to hold him in place.
He chuckled and slowly moved to her other breast. The warmth of his breath caressed her through the fabric, and she wondered if someone could come from nipple stimulation alone.
Once he’d had his fill, he moved down her body and kneeled at the edge of the bed. Lifting her dress, a low shuddering breath ghosted across her center. “You’ve been bare this whole time?”
Fawn propped herself up on her elbows. “Yes. I don’t like wearing anything to bed.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” He grabbed her hips, dragged her to the edge, and hooked her legs over his shoulders.
His tongue ran the length of her lips, and she dropped back on the bed with a long moan. “Gods.”
She’d forgotten about his impressive tongue until she jerked with a cry as it plunged deeper. “Oh fuck, Dean.”
His hand moved from her hip to her center and flirted with her clit, his tongue still fucking her with fervor.
He curled the tip of his tongue inside her, and she couldn’t handle the tingling that spread through her body.
“You have to stop,” she whined, and he withdrew immediately.
She started to protest but he attached to her clit, sucking and caressing it with his mouth.
She’d heard the performers at the pleasure house sob before, but she thought it was performative. Now she understood because her impending orgasm bordered on unbearable. She cried out again when he slid a finger inside, pressing the sensitive spot that drove her wild.
He pulled his face back and met her gaze, his mouth glistening with her arousal. “Come for me, darling.”
Oh gods damn. He licked her clit faster and added a finger, moving in time with her hips. “Dean,” she begged, but she didn’t know what for. “Oh gods.”
Fawn screamed, and her back arched as her muscles twitched. It’s too much. She tried pushing against his head, but he resisted and moved faster. Her pussy spasmed, and every muscle in her body seized as she screamed obscenities loud enough to wake the palace.
Dean leisurely licked her from entrance to clit until she melted into the mattress, trying to catch her breath. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” she breathed. “Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”
He laughed lightly and unfolded his long body until he towered over her with a cock harder than iron. Fawn sat up and reached for him, but he caught her wrist and shook his head. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to hold back.”
That’s what she wanted, but she’d respect his wishes. If he wanted them to wait for the full experience, they’d wait. He wiped his fingers across his mouth to collect the juices there and rubbed them on his thick shaft. “Lie back, darling. I need get something.”
Leaning back, but keeping her eyes on him, she watched with curious eyes. He took two fingers and swiped them across her entrance, gathering her cum to wipe on his cock. He repeated the motion until he’d cleaned her as best he could, using her slick to work himself.
Slowly, his hand moved across his veiny cock from base to tip and squeezed his head. He moaned and dropped his head back, stroking himself with practiced movements. Fuck, she wanted to be the one who made the cords in his neck strain.
Dean’s breaths quickened and his arms flexed with each stroke. Fawn squirmed on the bed, needing him inside her, aching for him to fill her.
He snapped his head forward and crowded her until she laid back again. “Lift your dress,” he ordered gruffly, slowing his movements.
He rested a knee on the bed beside her hips and moved his hand faster until he groaned her name and coated her stomach and pussy with warm cum. It kept spurting from his tip, and she couldn’t help wondering if bigger dicks produced more cum.
Dean crawled over Fawn and lowered his body to capture her lips. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
She ran her hand along his smooth jaw. “So are you.”
Dean watched his mate sleep, enthralled by everything about her. Too tired on their journey home to admire her, he drank her in now. He couldn’t believe he’d caved earlier, but it was impossible to resist the need to push down the bond.
Climbing quietly out of bed, he retrieved the box the seamstress had left for him while they’d been at the stables. Opening the package, he pulled out the long piece of leather and inspected it with a satisfied smile. This should do nicely.
He closed the lid on the box, knowing he had a fight on his hands, but he’d do anything to keep his mate safe.