Page 71 of Oath of Rebellion

Chapter 25

SHE TILTED HER HEAD slightly. "I'll give you my everything, Knox, my body, the world. You name it, and it's yours."

Her eyes widened at her words in surprise. Did she really mean that? She'd only known him a few days, so why was she making dangerous promises?

If she'd learned anything from growing up at court, it was to keep your dreams and hopes a secret. She might be a bright, bubbly, sunshine smiling her way through society, but she never let anyone get too close emotionally.

What was she doing?

She needed to distract herself from the promises his eyes gave. She pushed onto her toes to kiss his neck. He'd said no kissing on the lips, but she could kiss his neck like he'd done her. Lick him. Suck him.

He shivered in her arms. Her eyes closed as she brushed her lips over the salty, raspy skin.

"Oh Eirwyn, you have no idea what you do to me," his voice was low and deep. His hand squeezed her ass and pressed her against him. The other hand stroked up her back to bury into the hair at the base of her neck. He turned her so that his lips feasted on her neck too.

She gasped at his nipping, fisting his shirt as her eyes fluttered closed.

It was completely different to what she'd experienced in her short life. The men she'd been with had been practically spellbound over the fact she was a princess. They did whatever she wanted, and she'd gone in, gotten hers, and left. They'd left sated, and she'd gotten a few hours of relaxation in. Kisses hadn't been the priority since she'd first started exploring.

She wanted to kiss Knox, but there was so much more to explore than just his mouth.

His cock seemed to jump where it pressed against her stomach, making her gasp. His lips on her neck shifted, turning harder and more desperate. It was a different desperation than anything before.

With the others, it had been more curious, laughing fun.

But with Knox... the intensity shocked her. His lips on her neck turned almost feral, making her legs shake.

He pressed her back against the tree. Dusk was near, and she flared light to cocoon them. She moaned, gripping his shirt.

His hand shifted to her shirt and slid along her stomach up to her breast. She gasped, her head falling back and turning to the side.

His mouth pushed all the chaos of the past few days from her mind. The only thing that took up her brain space was the ever growing pulsing need in her body. It was everywhere, threatening to consume her. Between her legs. On her tongue. In her heart.

She pushed the last thought away. It was too soon to open her heart.

But her body, that she could share. She gripped his shirt in her fists and jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist even as his hands lifted her by the ass. Their clothes separated them, yet still he thrust.

She gripped his hair and he ground her into the tree as she squeezed her legs around him.

"More, princess?" he murmured.

She pushed the hood back, her fingers raking along his scales. He closed his eyes, his body shaking.

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