Page 32 of Crownless King

Kissing my neck, he skimmed the curve of my hip, palmed my ample backside, circled the thickness of my thigh, bringing my leg over his hip. Every part of my body was substantial, solid, and real—human, like all of me. And he clearly enjoyed it immensely.

I stretched in his arms, basking in the glow of his attention. I still felt sore from having him inside me most of the night. He was rather big. Or maybe I was small? I had no memories to compare him to any other man ever being inside me.

The thick length of his was hard once again, nudging and prodding against my lower stomach. I ached between my thighs as he parted them.

“Voron,” I stopped him. “Last night was…intense. I’ll need time to recover.”

He tore his mouth from my breast and studied my face.

“Did I fuck you too hard, my delicate little bird?”

I smiled, thinking of so many amazing things he’d done to me, both rough and gentle.

“It was wonderful. I love being ravaged,” I assured him. “But…”

He grinned. “Too much of a good thing?”

“Yourthingis huge, you know?”

He glanced down his front with a frown, assessing his length and girth.

“I suppose it is,” he agreed. “Especially for someone so tender and fragile like you are.” He didn’t let go of me, however, sliding down my body instead. “Well, let me kiss you better, then.” He eased his head between my legs.

His warm tongue slipped between my folds, stroking me soothingly. Pleasure twirled gently inside me with each languid glide of his tongue. He worked me slowly, taking his time, coaxing desire to rise and surge.

I shifted along his side, needing to touch him too. He hummed in pleasure when I circled his hard length with my fingers.

I tugged at it, urging him closer. “I want to taste you, too.”

He obliged. Rolling onto his back, he brought me over him and aligned my hips with his mouth again.

Taking him in my hand, I dragged my tongue along his impressive length. His scent was stronger here, the freshness of the rain mixed with the musk of a man. I wrapped my lips around the thick bulbous end, then slid my mouth down his shaft.

He moaned and hummed with approval. With his hands on my ass, he brought my hips lower, pressing his mouth to my most sensitive spot. My thighs trembled with a rush of pleasure. He lapped harder, sucking on my clit in between.

Desire spread through me, making it hard to focus on what my mouth was doing. All my awareness seemed to shift downward where Voron nibbled and sucked me into yet another orgasm. As it exploded through me, I squeezed my hand around him. He jerked in my fingers, joining me in climax. His release shot against my open mouth and coated my hand. I collapsed over him, riding the waves of pleasure.

When a shred of awareness finally returned to me, I rolled off him, afraid I might suffocate or crush him.

Laughing, he rose to his knees. “What a glorious way to start a day.”

He gave me a delighted once-over, taking in my tangled hair, sweaty skin, and my face and hand splattered generously with the evidence of his pleasure.

“Look at you, my filthy little minx,” he murmured, clearly enjoying the view.

All I could do was just smile in reply.

He scooped me up from the bed and carried me to the bathroom.

“Let’s clean this mess up.”

* * *

It was almost noon when Voron finally let me leave the bedroom. We had breakfast—or more like lunch, already—on my favorite patio off the library. The mood was relaxing, as neither of us was in a hurry.

We both were barefoot. I wore just a light dressing gown over my nightshirt. Voron had a pair of pants on and one of his frilly shirts that he never bothered to button up. I loved it just like that on him, with his wide, muscular chest on display.

“I always thought your eyes were gray,” I said, taking a sip from my second cup of tea. “But they’re vividly blue right now, just like the sky.”

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