Page 103 of Thorns of Deceit: The Beast Within

“Your turn.”

He stood transfixed, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her. Bathed in moonlight, she was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. His eyes traced the curves of her breasts, the delicate plane of her stomach, the flare of her hips, and he knew he would worship every inch of her.

A dark promise formed in his mind.

He would never let her go.

She was his, now and always.

With shaking hands, he shed his own clothes, discarding them carelessly on the floor. Her gaze raked over him, her eyes darkening with desire as they lingered on his throbbing arousal. The intensity of her stare was a brand, igniting a fire in his veins.

“Come here.”

He closed the distance between them, his hands settling naturally on her hips. But before he could pull her close, she placed a hand on his chest, guiding him back slightly.

“Kneel.”

He froze, surprise flashing across his features. Kneeling was not in his nature, and yet, for her, he would do anything. The look in her gaze—challenging, hungry, full of promise—had him sinking to his knees before her, eagerly waiting for her next command.

As he knelt, his eyes never left hers, a mix of love and dark possessiveness swirling in his chest. This woman, this Queen, was his. And he would serve her with every fiber of his being.

She stepped closer, spreading her legs above him. A smirk played on her lips as she looked down at him. “Show me why I should keep you at my side, my King.”

Her words sent a rush of heat through him, and he gripped her thighs, pulling her closer as he breathed in her scent. She was addictive, a drug he craved, and he lost himself in the taste of her, his tongue tracing the contours of her hot flesh, savoring her arousal. Her moans, the way her body responded to him, it was heady and intoxicating.

Each sound was a victory, each shudder of pleasure a conquest.

He explored her with his hands, caressing her inner thighs, sliding his fingers through her wetness, finding her sensitive area, and circling her sweet spot with his thumb. Her moans grew louder, her body tensing, and he could sense that she was close to the edge.

“Touch yourself.”

He obeyed without hesitation, his free hand wrapping around his length as he moaned at the first touch. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. His body coiled tighter and tighter, his need for release growing with each stroke. But the thought of her pleasure, of making her climax for the very first time, drove him on. He wanted to devour her, to feel her twitch and shake with pure bliss around him. His length pulsed, begging for attention, but his focus remained on her, on bringing her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Knowing she was close, he swirled his tongue with relish, his pace relentless as he sucked and flicked at her most sensitive spot. Her thighs trembled as she braced one hand against his shoulder for support, the other tangling in his hair. She rocked against his face, desperately seeking more friction, as her knees weakened with each moan. Struggling to keep her balance, sheurged him closer. Then, with a final, perfect flick of his tongue, she tumbled over the edge.

Beautiful.

Her cry filled the room as she clutched at his shoulders, her sweet release slowly flooding his mouth. He drank her in, his own need coiling tighter and tighter as he felt her climax, her essence coating his tongue.

Just as he intensified his strokes, wanting to find his own climax, she tugged at his hair, pulling him up forcefully to meet her gaze. “Not yet,” she murmured, her eyes shining with desire. “I’m not done with you.”

He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Sky,” he panted, “if you keep this up, I won’t last. And that would be terribly embarrassing for a King, don’t you think?”

She laughed softly. “We have all night,” she reminded him, pushing him gently towards the bed. “And I intend to make full use of it.”

He allowed her to guide him, sitting on the edge of the mattress, his body thrumming, his length throbbing painfully. She straddled his lap, and he growled low in his throat as he felt the tightness of her entrance descending upon him. His eyes slid closed as he savored the feeling of her surrounding him, her insides enveloping him.

Every single muscle in his body screamed to thrust, to take her deep and hard, but he forced himself to remain still, to let her set the pace. It was a delicious torture, one he’d gladly endure for her.

“I love you,” she whispered, her hands cupping his face, her thumbs brushing his cheekbones. “I’ve loved you for so long.”

His eyes flew open at her words, and he gazed up at her, seeing the emotions shining in her eyes. “And I love you,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Now and always. More than you could ever know. You are everything to me, Sky.”

He captured her lips again, this kiss slower, deeper, filled with all the love and longing he’d kept bottled up for years. His hands roamed her body, exploring every dip and curve, his thumbs brushed over her chest, committing each sigh and gasp to memory.

When she finally sank down onto him, taking him deep within her, he thought he might die from the sheer pleasure of it. It was too much, too hot, too good. He couldn’t hold back any longer. With a hoarse groan, he released, his eyes screwing shut as bliss unlike anything he’d ever experienced before coursed through him.

Embarrassment washed over him as he realized he had reached his climax so quickly, before they really started, but she simply smiled, leaning down to capture his lips in a tender kiss.

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