Page 17 of Crownless King

He spread me open, admiring the view for a moment before dipping his tongue inside me. Slowly, languidly, he swirled it around. Exploring. Savoring.

I tried to slow down and match his rhythm, but I needed more way too quickly.

“Voron…” I whimpered, bucking my hips. “Please.”

To my horror, he withdrew completely. His eyes glistened wickedly as he looked at me from under the silvery strands hanging over his forehead.

“You want to come, little bird?”

“Yes. Don’t stop. Please.” I rose on my elbows, flashing a glare at him. “I swear, if you stop right now. I—”

He slowly slid a finger where his tongue had just been. “You, what? What will you do, my sweet little Sparrow?”

My inner muscles tingled and clenched around his finger as he slowly pumped it in and out of me. Too slowly, too gently for me at this point, and he knew it. His evil smirk told me he did it on purpose.

“You want to fuck me,” I taunted. “Admit it. You’re as hard as rock right now, Voron. You’re dying to slam your dick inside me. But you’re hating yourself for wanting me. And you’re punishing me for not pushing you away. Is that it?”

His expression darkened as I spoke. The smirk disappeared. His brows shifted together, creasing his forehead. His mouth pressed into a hard line as he slipped two fingers in, pumping harder.

I wasn’t going to let it go. “Admit it—”

His thumb pressed on my clit that was hot and swollen from the earlier caress of his mouth. The words stuck in my mouth. The phrase I was going to say fluttered out of my brain as the intense pleasure filled me.

I hated how easily he shut me up. How needy I was for his touch, surrendering instantly to the incredible sensations it caused. I hated letting him off the hook. But I loved,lovedthe orgasm he finally let me have.

Tossing my head back, I moaned and gasped as the intense pleasure rippled through me with bliss. My hips jerked, my breasts trembled with the aftershocks rocking my entire body.

“Just like that, my little bird,” Voron murmured, milking the pleasure for me with his thumb and his finger. “Feel it all. Feel it for both of us.”

There was no cruelty in his voice, just tenderness with a tendril of wistful sadness.

I lay spread over the window seat, my dress undone with my breasts spilling out, my skirt hiked up, my legs spread, and my inner muscles quivering, when he removed his hands from me and got up.

Silently, he walked to the exit from the library, stepping softly on the thick blue rug.

I couldn’t let him leave. Not like that. Not again. I was sick and tired of watching his back as he left me time after time.

“Wait.” I scrambled up from the window seat and rushed after him. “Please wait, Voron.”

I caught up with him at the door.

“Don’t go.” I threw my arms around him from behind.

“Sparrow—” he growled with warning.

But I tightened my arms around his middle, pressing myself to him.

“Stay.”

The side of my face pressed to his back below his shoulder blades. His heart thundered in my ear, loud and fast.

He was so much taller than me. Stronger. He could have easily freed himself from my embrace, but all he did was grip the door frame on each side of us.

“This is not a war, Voron. There are no battles. You and I are on the same side.”

I rolled my head on his back, pressing my forehead to him. I so rarely got to hug him. It didn’t even matter that he wouldn’t look at me right now, wouldn’t even turn around to face me.

I slid a hand down his front. Covered only by the thin silk of his shirt, the hard grid of his abs rippled and flexed under my touch. Reaching the waistband of his pants, I slipped just the tip of one finger under it.

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