Page 102 of The Rebel King

“Good night,” I tell the guard, closing the door and leaving him to take the seat in the hall outside my suite.

The room is dark, only a small arc of light provided by one lamp. I stop in my tracks. Lennix is curled up asleep on the couch.

“Nix?” I sound hopeful, like she might not be real. Might disappear.

“Hey.” She stretches, walking over to me, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck. “Are you okay? I knew it would be so hard seeing everyone today.”

“Yeah.” I slide my hand into her hair. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, but tonight…”

I trail kisses over her jaw and down her neck, back up to her ear. “I need it to be Tuesday, baby. Please.”

She pulls back, searching my eyes, and then nods. I pull the tank top over her head, leaving her in that orange bra with the infuriating strap that kept sliding down her arm, tempting me while I was trying to concentrate on the pop-up questions today. I undo the front clasp of the bra, taking her breast into my mouth, groaning at the feel of her nipple hardening on my tongue. “Jesus, I missed them so much.”

She chuckles huskily, unbuttoning and sliding out of her jeans. I yank the tiny underwear so hard one of the silk strips at her hip tears. She pulls the campaign T-shirt over my head, pausing when my bare chest comes into view.

“Where is your damn vest, Maxim?” Lennix snaps, her eyes furious. She’s the one who got us into this campaign despite my fears forher, but she’s as dogmatic about my safety as I am about hers.

“Calm down. I just took it off for the trip home.” I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I rush down the hall to the bedroom, already feeling morning much too close and my time with her going too fast.

In the bedroom, I strip off my pant, briefs, shoes, and socks. I’m naked so fast she blinks and then laughs.

“What do you want first?” she asks, her wide mouth soft, her eyes indulgent.

“What do you think?” I growl and slap her ass. “On the bed. Legs spread.”

She scrambles onto the bed, laying back and spreading her legs,and it’s so reminiscent of our rainy night in Amsterdam the first time we were together.

“You saved yourself for me,” I say, grinning and crawling on the bed toward her.

She laughs, brushing a hand over my hair. “You mean when you deflowered me? Yes.”

“I was so bummed when there was no flower down there.”

“You didn’t seem disappointed.”

“Maybe there’s one there now.” I stand her on her knees and turn her around so she faces the headboard, her legs spread over my face. “Let’s have a look.”

I lift my face until the heat and scent of her pussy overtake everything. Her thighs are the walls of my city and her sweet, plump clit its crown jewel. She has me surrounded. I pull her down to sit on my face and devour her, pulling the lips open and eating like an animal long denied food. I’ve been caged, tied up, and now I’m let loose.

“Maxim, oh my God,” she moans, riding my face and gripping the headboard.

She’s the wettest, hottest thing I’ve ever tasted. I slide my finger back to her asshole, dragging it back and forth over the puckered entrance. I flick my eyes up to meet hers, silently asking. She looks down at me and nods, biting her lip. I ease in.

“Fuck, it’s tight,” I gasp. “The first time I fuck you in the ass…”

My dick stretches like a pipe at the thought of getting in there. I ease in an inch more, and her cheeks tighten around my finger.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her.

She slides her hand between her legs, and I watch her slim fingers playing with my pretty pussy and almost come at the sight. She moans, rocking her hips.

“Fuck yourself,” I say hoarsely. Obediently, her fingers slip inside, and then I match the rhythm of her fingers with mine in and out of her ass.

“Oh.” Her eyes widen, and there’s something so innocent about it—about a kind of pleasure she’s never had. “Oh. Maxim.”

“That’s it, baby.” I keep plunging my finger in and out while hers do the same. She grips the headboard so tightly with her other hand, the veins in her arm stand out. She’s slack-jawed and her eyes roll back and her moans get louder and louder until she’s sobbing and screaming, my name scrawled on the inside of her throat. Sexy as hell.

I sit up and pull her under me, spread her legs.

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