Page 22 of Empress of Savages

With that rumbling chuckle he says, “I thought you were after some fun.”

He stands.

CHAPTER TEN

“So,” he looks down at me. “What do you want?”

My face is dead level with his cock. His cock that I know to be thick and hard. It pulsed and swelled, pushing through my soft toweling robe only a few moments ago. I’m trying to stop gaping at the way that it’s shoving the front of his pants, poking and thickening like it’s trying to point at me.

While I try to cleanse my mind, I blink and peer up at him.

I have the distinct impression, and also going by what the Warrior told me, that my Past Self has some history, with him at least. By the sounds of it, I probably have some connection with all of them. And that could mean absolutely anything. Knowing nothing about it all puts me at a hopeless disadvantage.

They could be my cousins. The three of them might be my bosses. Or my past or present lovers. I could be a secretary, an attorney, a mistress or their whore.

The attorney is the only one of those options I’m ready to discount, and I don’t even feel certain about that. Given the ways my body reacts to all of them, the most likely explanations are that I’m either the mistress or the whore.

“For breakfast,” he says. “What do you want? I came in here to pour you coffee and to see what you’d like for breakfast.”

Holding the saucer demurely under the coffee cup, I hold his eyes as I take a sip. Then press my lips together as I carefully and deliberately put the cup and saucer back neatly on the tray. I stand too, and move near to him.

The robe is closed but loose. I’m near enough to feel the hard thickness of his thigh. I step mine around his.

“Maybe I should try some sausage.”

“Oh?” he chuckles with his teeth bared and without a trace of a smile. “Are you hankering after some hot meat?”

“Perhaps some tongue,” I tell him. “Do you have any tongue?”

“Fresh and hot.”

With one arm, he scoops me up. Pulls me to him so my lips are near enough for him to bend his head down and take them with his mouth.

His eyes flicker over my face. Then down to the tops of my swelling, heaving breasts. Then back to my mouth. Now his eyes burn into mine.

Shaking inside and out, I’m pulled in two directions. I’m excited about him, being near. Repeating that kiss. The one that I was only able to feel. The kiss that I’ve been so hungry to return. At the same time, I feel closer and closer to getting my chance to escape.

My head tips back and his lips shape to mine, my eyes drift shut as he wraps me in his arms and pulls me into his body. He smells like the filthiest version of heaven.

My arms fling themselves around his neck, pulling us tighter and closer. His tongue invades me. My back twists and rolls as my hips rock against him. My legs can’t hold back.

With one arm he holds me up with his hand cupping and gripping my squirming ass. My thighs part and I wrap myself around him so hard, running my hands up and down his back. Clawing. Breathing him greedily. My wet pussy shoves against him and shamelessly saws up and down, grinding into him.

His free hand runs through my hair, then traces my chin, the side of my neck. My throat.

Hot, wet, heaving together, we kiss and I sigh into him as his tongue explores me and we melt together.

The seconds feel like minutes, the minutes spiral off into forever and it’s all over in the snap of a finger. I stay gripped tight around him, loving the heat of his pulses and beats against mine. Pressing all my soft curves against his hard bulges. I’m breathing hard.

“Toast, then?” He says, “Scrambled eggs?”

His sarcastic eyes twinkle and shine.

I hammer my small fist against his chest.

“Bastard.”

I take another, softer kiss before I get down.

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