Page 75 of Serpent King's Prisoner

A shudder ran through me, my hand fisting in the sheets. I could feel myself hardening, painfully so, as she continued with slow, deliberate licks. It was a torture of the sweetest kind—feeling her mouth there but not having her mouth on me.

“Abby,” I hissed, my voice strained with want. “Take them off.”

Her hands moved to my waistband, fingers deftly unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper. The sound seemed deafening in the thick tension of the room. With every inch she peeled away, the cooler air hit my heated skin, making me all the more aware of her proximity.

The slacks were pushed down, and I lifted my hips to help her slide them off completely. There was something about being partially undressed by someone else that felt intensely intimate, even for a man who was used to taking what he wanted.

Now, with Abby here, kneeling between my spread legs, I felt a surge of possessiveness that went beyond the physical. In this moment, it wasn’t just about the heat between us—it was about the raw connection that kept drawing us back into each other’s orbit, no matter how much I tried to deny it.

Her green eyes locked onto mine, a silent challenge flickering in their depths as she stripped me bare. I watched every move, fixated on the way her fingers brushed against my skin, sending jolts of electric need coursing through my veins. The pants pooled at my feet, and she tossed them aside with a flick of her wrist.

I bit back a groan as she leaned in to take me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting me with a mix of curiosity and hunger that had me panting. I could feel every inch of her warmth against my skin, all the way down to my balls where she teased lightly with her breath.

She took more of me in her mouth, slowly drawing back until just the tip disappeared between her perfect lips. There was a growl deep in my throat when she began to bob her head up and down on my shaft, taking more of me with each downward glide. It felt like heaven and hell wrapped into one as she filled her sensuous lips around me, sucking softly yet firmly.

Her grip on my thighs tightened as she took more of me, moaning softly against the length of my shaft. The sound vibrated through me, making my entire body tense with anticipation. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck her now or savor this slow torture for as long as possible.

Then I felt myself getting close to the brink…and I knew I wanted to come inside her, not in her mouth.

“Come here,” I rasped, and dragged her up toward me, my hands in her long, dark hair.

I was desperate for her as I dragged her into my lap, my cock finding her entrance easily through the crotchless panties. Abby let out a soft whimper of need as I teased at her entrance, not quite dipping inside.

“Ride me, Abby,” I growled. “Take my cock. I’m gonna fuck you so fucking deep—“

She sank down onto me at that moment, legs on either side of my hips, her breasts grazing my chest through the lace. I groaned, clutching her back, then lower to squeeze her ass.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “Use me, Nathan. Please.”

I thrust up into her eagerly, my eyes locking with hers as I claimed her body. She was wet and tight, gripping me with every move, her walls pulsing around me with each plunge. The pleasure was overwhelming, a raw, animalistic need driving us both forward.

Abby’s hands gripped my shoulders as she rode me, her eyes locked onto mine with a fierce intensity that matched my own. Her nails pressed divots into my flesh, pussy clenching in time with my thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I snarled. “My pet…my plaything, mine.”

I took her in my arms and rolled us, positioning her beneath me on the expansive bed. I propped myself up on my hands to get a look at her—at the black lace covering her lithe body, at the look on her face. I thrust into her again, and she let out a long, drawn-out moan that sent shivers down my spine. I kissed her passionately, tasting the sweetness of her lips as her arms wrapped around me tightly.

My cock slid in and out of her wet heat, and I could feel her body trembling with every stroke, sense her getting closer to the edge. Her nails raked down my back, leaving red marks that only intensified the pleasure.

“Fuck, Nathan, don’t stop. I need you so much,” she whispered in a hoarse voice, her eyes never leaving mine.

I could feel the orgasm building within me, the tension coiling like a serpent around my heart. I thrust harder and faster, feeling her heat surround me, her body tense and arch…

…and then she cried out, her walls clenching around me in a tight grip.

I couldn’t help but follow her over the brink—because there was nothing that turned me on quite so much as getting her off with my cock inside her.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we rode the waves of pleasure together, my arms around her. My eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed—and then she was kissing me without permission, and I let her. I let her fucking kiss me, because she was mine and maybe…maybe I was hers.

We were still kissing as I rolled to the side, the two of us entangled in my bed—and we didn’t stop. We lay there and we kissed and kissed…and I knew I could never let her go.

We finally stopped after what felt like hours, and I gazed into her green eyes. She was so beautiful it nearly made my heart stop—especially when she smiled, the kind of smile I had to mirror even though I wasn’t the smiling type.

“That was…wow,” she whispered, then nudged my shoulder. “Now, I hope you got me something comfortable to wear, too—because I’m making you dinner tonight.”

All I could do was watch her, speechless, as she got out of bed and peeled the lingerie off to toss it on the floor, then shimmied out of the now-drenched panties. She sorted through the rack of clothes and picked out a set of shorts and a fluffy sweater, then looked back at me.

“What?” she said. “Did I blow your mind?”

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