Page 95 of Heirs of the Cursed

And so, Ward dropped to his knees. He’d knelt before no one but his king, and that he would do it for her made Naithea’s heart pound with indescribable new emotions.

His hands settled on her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, and Naithea gasped in surprise. Her body tingled with passion, wetness already pooling between her legs.

“I’m going to savor you until your taste soaks into my tongue,” Ward growled, placing her legs over his shoulders; his gaze set on her. “You’ll have to be extremely quiet, love.”

Naithea moaned in response, her core already throbbing with arousal.

But when the commander parted her lips and his warm tongue caressed that sensitive spot with provocative gentleness, she couldn’t stop the moan building in her throat.

She thought he would silence her, that he would place his hand over her mouth so that his soldiers wouldn’t hear the perversions taking place inside the tent. Yet, Ward smirked between her legs and devoured her completely.

“Ward . . .”

Naithea lifted her hips to mimic the movements of his tongue, moving fast against his mouth and feeling her stomach sink with every spark of pleasure that shot through her. She propped herself up on her elbows to admire the image of the commander between her legs, holding her thighs to spread her open so he could taste every inch of her nakedness. The white hair falling over his forehead caressed Naithea’s skin to the point of exciting her even more.

Her head fell back when Ward raised his face, his mouth glistening with her wetness, and pushed a finger inside her slippery core.

A moan reverberated through her.

She could almost feel the end of the world at her feet, ready to fall into a tingle of complete ecstasy . . .

“Yes. Keep moving those beautiful hips for me.”

Naithea obeyed. A second finger joined the onslaught, the movement of her hips and Ward’s thrusts matching in rhythm and making her lose her mind.

Her orgasm grew with devouring heat, with the force of a hurricane, as his tongue resumed its soft, slow circles over her sensitive spot. And when the commander fucked her with his fingers, Naithea exploded into hundreds of stars pulsing inside her.

“You are breathtaking.”

Ward licked her core one last time, savoring the remnants of her orgasm, before positioning himself over her to kiss her. Her own taste flooded her mouth and Naithea moaned against his lips as she descended her hand between their bodies to cup his manhood.

He was so hard she could barely close her fingers around his shaft.

She started touching him, sliding her hand down his length in tight, slow strokes that did nothing but make him harder. Ward bit her lower lip at the provocations of her tongue over his mouth, taking her round ass in his hand.

Naithea raised her hips until they touched his, and his manhood was positioned at her entrance. Still, he didn’t move. Ward combed her loose hair and pressed a chaste kiss to her throat before searching for her mouth.

Losing themselves in that passionate kiss, Ward thrust his hips until he was completely inside her. They both gasped and moaned, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, and held that way for long seconds to enjoy the union.

“By the Triad . . .” Naithea whispered with pleasure.

“You’re so tight,” he said against her ear, nibbling on her lobe. “You’re going to make me cum without properly fucking you.”

Naithea laughed softly before begging, “Please.”

“Naithea . . .”

“I wantyou.”

That made Ward’s control dissipate completely. He shifted gently, holding his weight on his elbows on the sides of her head so as not to crush her with his body. When she raised her hips again and moved against him, he withdrew slightly from her, only to thrust in again with more force, feeling him reach deep into her core.

Her hands clutched at his muscular back, her nails clinging to his flesh as if she feared losing him forever. A grunt left the commander’s lips—not of pain, but of pleasure. Every part of her body turned pink from the exhilaration and warmth she felt, about to burst into flames.

Ward’s thrusts became harder, louder, and wanting to hear those muffled moans once more, he lowered his mouth to her breasts.

Her eyes rolled as his tongue caressed her nipples. He bit them playfully, without hurting her, and licked them, causing Naithea to arch her back in search of more.

“Ward,” she said again.

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