Page 45 of The Syphon King

“It clearly is,” he countered, his veins on fire with her antics as he turned the stove off and faced her.

Sparks filled her gaze now pinned on him as she giggled. “Don’t,” she warned when he took a step toward her.

“I need those, Zeen,” he said.

She squealed and spun, running out of the kitchen. “Jinxxy!” she screamed.

He rounded the corner. “Jinxxy, lay down,” he ordered, getting his canine’s confused yelps.

“Don’t lay down Jinxxy!” she countered, running to the bedroom.

“Did you just run to a dead-end Zeen?” he asked, following her.

He found her standing on his bed, aiming a sculpture at him. “Iwillfight you!” she warned.

“I hope you do,” he said, taking his time as he made his way toward her. The second he’d turned off that stove, he realized what she needed more than food. An orgasm. And if he learned they gave up her darkness faster, he’d give her ten a day. “I think it’s not food you want from me Zeen.”

He stepped onto the bed’s platform, and she backed up, her chest heaving in excitement.

“I just want to always see your pretty eyes,” she gasped on a squeal before dashing off the bed and racing to the bathroom.

His pretty eyes. “You have angered your King, Zeen,” he said, following her. “Intentionally.”

She let out screaming laughs when he entered, backing toward the tub. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

He continued toward her, and she jumped in the tub.

“And now you’re in my tub,” he pointed out. “Did you need your King to bathe you?”

She pressed herself into a ball in the farthest corner and covered her face with both hands, squealing as he stepped into the sunken chamber and lowered before her. “I’m not sorry,” she peeped, peeking at him through the splits she created in her fingers.

Maybe it was the game they hid behind that gave him more strength than he should have as he took hold of her forearms and tugged.

She gave one last desperate squeal then dove on him, her tiny arms clinging tightly to his neck.

He wrapped her in his arms without thought, greedily pressing her tightly into his body. The forbidden connection sent his powers into a spin, and he let out a low growl, sucking every bit of her in. She’d run from her monster then dove straight into his arms when cornered. That she believed she was safest there brought a sharp thirst in his dry bones.

“Don’t hide your beauty from me,” she whispered in his ear.

He cradled her head and pressed her against his face. “You think monsters are beautiful, Zeen?”

Her arms loosened and she pulled back, placing her small hands on his face. He kept his eyes closed, afraid of her this close to his gates while her delicate touch sliced through his barriers. “I think monsters are hideous.” Her tiny fingers felt along his lips. “But notmymonster.”

The possession in her words unraveled him. “You should fear these things you touch, Zeen,” he barely said as she straddled his lap and stroked more of his face.

“I just...want you to look and see me, Zo.” She spoke those impossible words right at his mouth then dared to press her lips against his. He held back the universe while she caressed her beast ready to devour her. “I need you to taste me and love me.”

“It’s not safe, Zeen,” he forced out, moving his hands along her waist then capturing her hips, sure that wasn’t true. He lost the fight where their bodies met and pulled her into his erection with a hungry growl. Her sharp gasp and moan flicked his fears aside and strangled his will, moving her soft bottom on him in a methodical grind.

Seeing the pleasure this gave her, he increased pressure and speed, watching the erotic drop of her head that exposed the tender flesh of her neck. He leaned in, sliding his tongue’s sensor over the creamy warmth, her little fingers clasping down on his head, pressing him there harder. Begging him with her whisps of ‘please, yes’.

Her needs took him like a whirlwind, holding his mouth to her body, moving it along the hot skin. His hands hurried ahead, removing obstacles from his path as his lips burned along her silk. When he opened his eyes, her perfect breasts were right there, inches before him. “Zeen,” he gasped, gripping them in his hands and tugging them to his mouth.

Her shocked cry fell on his hungry ears, the decadent fuel getting sucked down by his wide opened siphoning power. “Zo!”

“My beautiful Zeen,” he said while tormenting the plump flesh topping her breasts. “I see everything in you. I want all of it.”

“Take it!” she begged with a gasp, pulling his face up and kissing him.

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