Page 26 of Of Snow and Sapphire

“More than anything,” she responded with such definitiveness. How could he say no?

Zimyn didn’t hesitate as he closed the last bit of distance and pressed his lips against hers. The world around them froze. She dragged her hands along the scales on his arms. He shuddered as he felt them melt at her heat—evidence that only with her would he let his armor go.

He bit her bottom lip, and she gasped. He took the opportunity to drive his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met his, and she was so soft, so pliant, so ready for him. She reacted perfectly to his touch, in a way no one else could. They fit together like a blade in its sheath, like they were made for each other.

“Zimyn,” she moaned, as he dragged his mouth to her neck, nipping lightly at her skin, small marks of faded blue slowly appearing. “I want you lower,” she demanded.

“Not yet.”

If this was it, then he would take his time, learn every inch of her, so at night as he touched himself, he would be able to trace the map of her body he’d drawn in his mind.

Ludelle whined as he bit the strap of the slip and pulled it down. Growing impatient, Ludelle tried sliding it off herself, but he stopped her and held her hands above her head.

“I’m the one in control now.”

“Oh, you’ve definitely dreamed of the day when you could say that,” she crooned.

“Every night,” he admitted honestly. It was the only time he would allow himself to consider it. His days were too full of reminders of his responsibility as Captain to even have time to immerse himself in the fantasies of having her in his bed.

Zimyn groaned once he finally got the dress down and her peaked nipples were freed from the garment. He could spend days lavishing them. Ludelle arched her back as he started sucking on the right, swirling the nub with his tongue. Goosebumps peppered her pale skin as she shivered.

“I need you lower,” she begged this time, her hands desperately trying to get out his grasp, but failing.

He ignored her, focusing his attention now on her left nipple. Finally, when he had his fill of her breasts, Zimyn moved his mouth lower on her writhing body, pulling the dress down with it.

“I never knew a Queen could be so needy.”

“I never knew my Captain of the Guard was so bad at listening to orders. Maybe it's time I found a new one.”

Ludelle meant it as a joke, clearly, but the reality of that statement shook him enough that he needed a second to orient himself back to what was happening.

Though, once he spied her exposed sex, his body took over for his stunted mind. He didn’t take it slow this time, instead licking straight up between the folds. Her moan reverberated loudly, and Zimyn knew the other guards must have heard. Damn them all.

She wasn’t holding anything back as she rocked her hips against his mouth, seeking the friction she needed to get off—and he loved it. Every brush of his tongue left him hungry for more. This singular taste would never be enough.

Her breaths became shorter as he pumped in one digit, then two into her soaking core, his tongue continuing its ministrations of her clit.

“Please,” she said as she yanked his hair. “At least take off your shirt so I have something good to look at.”

Zimyn chuckled against her. He almost felt sorry for making her wait this long, but not sorry enough. He backed up slowly, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants. She lifted herself onto her elbows, watching him attentively as his cock sprung free, beads of moisture already leaking from the tip.

“Is this what you need?” He said as he pumped himself.

“Don’t be cocky now. I want to orgasm, not feed your ego. I have two perfectly good hands if you’re incapable.” As if proving it, she began to reach, but he lunged before she could.

“You’ve always been so impatient for things.”

“A perk of being Queen.”

Without a warning, he drove his cock into her, and she screamed. Now he could guarantee that the others heard them, but he still didn’t care. She was blessedly tight as each inch of him drove deeper and deeper. As he kept thrusting, she tightened around him even more, until she finally exploded around him. He didn’t stop. He wanted to pleasure her until tears filled her eyes, until she became so sensitive that she begged him to stop.

Ludelle grasped the sheets tightly, her eyes shut. He loved watching her like this. Completely unleashed, but also completely trusting him.

“I’m so close,” she choked out.

He just grunted as he rocked in and out, his pace changing from fast to slow. Right when he hit a spot that had her moaning non-stop, he continued his rhythm until she screamed out again, his own body pleading to unleash itself.

He was so lost in his own lust-filled brain, he wasn’t ready as she wrapped her legs around him and rolled them over until she was on top.

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