Page 9 of Crownless King

“Don’t,” he rasped. “I won’t touch. Just let me see you again. Please.”

He’d been gone for days, suddenly re-surfacing, quite literally, out of nowhere. Without even saying hello, he now demanded I let him ogle me?

He sounded desperate, almost in pain, like a starving man begging for crumbs of food. But his torture was of his own making. I craved his touch, and there was no one in Vensari to stop us.

My heart sped up in my chest. My breathing turned shallow. Heat that had nothing to do with the weather rushed down my body, swelling into a pool of need low in my belly.

All it took was just one look from Voron—one intense, ravenous look—and my body was very much on board with whatever game he was playing. Desire buzzed under my skin, throbbing between my legs. No one had that power over me, no one but Voron. All I could do was to try playing his game onmyterms.

I stretched a leg out toward him until my toes almost touched his elbow.

“You can only see if you touch me.”

His eyes flashed with fire. But so infuriatingly stubborn, he shook his head. A wicked smirk quivered his lips.

“Touch yourself and let me watch.”

“Ha!” I jerked my foot away. “In your dreams.”

“In my dreams, I’ve already seen you do it all, Sparrow. You’re all I’ve dreamed about ever since I first laid my eyes on you. Let me see you in real life now.”

He shot out his arm, grabbed my ankle, and dragged my foot back to him. I gasped, propping both hands on the lily pad behind me to keep my balance.

“I bet you’re as soaking wet as your clothes right now.” His deep, low voice curled around me, coaxing. His gaze caressed me from my lips, down to my breasts, pausing on each nipple intently. “Soaking, drenched, and trembling with need. You need to come, little bird. And I want to see it happen.”

I did need to come. Badly. The hot throbbing between my thighs grew so urgent, it spread through my entire body, making me shiver with need.

But I wanted more than justmytouch. I needed Voron to be more than just a spectator. His stubborn refusal was only spurring my desire to break it.

I tipped my head, trailing the tips of my fingers along my collar bone.

“Why do you want to watch, Voron? Do you need more fuel for your wet dreams about me?”

He just grunted softly, his eyes following my hand closely, as if his life depended on it.

“Do you justwatchme in your dreams, too?” I moved my hand down the swell of my right breast, then circled the nipple with my fingers, directing his gaze to it.

It was a dangerous game. The physical stimulation shot my desire up into a new gear. I risked getting desperate and losing control. But he was right there with me, too. Licking his lips, he flexed his fingers, his nails digging grooves in the glossy surface of the lily pad.

“Or do you touch me? At least in your dreams?”

I cupped my breast in my hand and squeezed it. The nipple peeked out between my fingers, and I pressed my fingers together, trapping the tightened bud. Heat surged through me, robbing me of breath. I released a strangled moan, my mind clouding with the overwhelming need for a release.

He stared at me with feral anticipation. Yanking my hand away, I balled it at my side. I couldn’t let him win.

“Dammit, Voron. What do you do aboutthisin your dreams?” I spread my legs open, presenting him with the view of my soaking wet underwear. “Do you just keep staring? Or do you fuck me so hard I forget the name you gave me?”

“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth, his look turning murderous.

His right hand clamped harder around my ankle. Grabbing my other leg with his left hand, he yanked me to him.

I lost my balance and fell on my back as his head ended up between my legs. Ravenous and unstoppable, he ripped through the flimsy material of my panties. His mouth landed on my sensitive flesh. I shivered with pleasure at the contact.

Finally.

His touch was punishing, almost angry, and at that moment, it was what I needed, what I craved.

I arched my back, pressing myself against his tongue. His teeth scraped against my clit, making me whimper, and he doubled his efforts at the sound. Digging his fingers into my skin, he gripped my thighs, sucking and lapping at me relentlessly.

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