Page 59 of Under the Lion Star

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” he said, but his voice was strained.

“Leor?” I whispered hesitantly.

He dropped his head, taking several ragged breaths before looking at me again. I hated how bad I was at reading him. He didn’t necessarily look angry, but he didn’t look happy either. Conflicted was my best guess.

The moment seemed to last an eternity before he let out a sharp exhale.

“Fuck it,” he said with a breathy groan, and his mouth crashed onto mine.

It wasn’t like the sweet kiss we’d shared at my house or the wedding, nor the chaste pecks he’d offer on the top of my head in a sign of friendly affection. This kiss bordered on feral.

His hands gripped the back of my thighs, and he lifted me onto the table, then pulled my legs apart by my knees and slid between them until our chests were pressed together. When I gasped, he used the opening to slide his tongue into my mouth, and a hungry moan escaped his throat.

One arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me into him by my lower back, while the other fisted the hair at the base of my skull and tilted my head so he could move his lips down my jaw.

I gripped the front of his tunic, tugging him close to me as he licked down the side of my neck and to my collarbone. If I was capable of thought, I might have wondered why any of this was happening, but as it stood, I really didn’t care. I just didn’t want it to stop.

Leor hungrily sucked at the skin on my shoulder, grazing his teeth over my flesh until he pulled back and fisted his hands into the skirt of my dress, which had already pooled above my knees.

“Tell me to stop,” he said in a warning.

“Absolutely not,” I panted.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled, pushing my dress over my thighs as he lowered himself onto his knees.

His hands grabbed my thighs, pulling me roughly to the edge of the table. With deft fingers, he pulled my undergarments to the side and slid his knuckles through my slit.

“Perfect,” he murmured reverently, moving his fingers up and down with not nearly enough pressure.

“Please,” I begged.

“Yes, my queen,” he smirked, kissing my inner thigh softly while keeping his eyes on mine.

Then his mouth was on me, his tongue tracing the path his fingers had just made. He groaned in appreciation upon tasting me, and I wondered if I’d ever been with someone who seemed to derive this level of pleasure by simply having their head between my legs.

His tongue licked small circles over the bundle of nerves that was aching for his attention while his hand moved to press against my entrance. My head tilted back, and I caught myself on the table with my elbow, using my other hand to remove Leor’s crown and replace it with my fingers diving into his hair.

He didn’t require any direction, though, licking me right where I needed him with the perfect amount of pressure that built as I grew closer to release. His fingers entered me, one at first, and then a second followed, curling to rub the sensitive spot on my front wall. His other hand disappeared into his trousers, and he groaned against my flesh.

“Leor,” I moaned, tossing my head back and closing my eyes.

All motion ceased, and I darted upright, dismayed that I had been so close when he decided to stop.

His eyes were serious as he looked up at me.

“You keep your eyes on me,” he commanded. “Always. I own your pleasure now. Do you understand? You give me those eyes when you come.”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed.

“That’s my girl.”

He speared me with his fingers once more and then put his mouth back on my sex, running his teeth gently over it while I kept my eyes on him as he had demanded. My mouth parted as he continued, although no sound came out. When I finally crested, Leor’s eyes were fixated on my face, watching the pleasure that overtook me wave after wave. He slowed his movements as he worked me through my climax, his pupils blown wide while he watched.

The hand in his pants moved quicker until his eyes pressed shut, and he groaned a long string of curses.

“So fucking pretty,” he rasped when his eyes opened.

Slowly, his fingers slipped out first, and then he pulled back, licking his lips before wiping his face off on my inner thigh. The scruff of his jaw coaxed another moan from me, which he responded to with a self-assured grin that climbed up one side of his face.

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