Page 116 of The King has Fallen

Her forehead crinkled and she reached for my face, cupping my jaw, letting her nails catch on the stubble on my cheek.

“I love you, too,” she breathed, her eyes swimming and dancing. My heartsangand my body hummed with a rush of need for her. But she wasn’t done. Eyes shining, she gave me the most beautiful smile.“My mate… my God, Melek, this is—”

“I know,” I said hoarsely, then dove for her mouth, twining the fingers of our bound hands again, kissing her long and slow, pinning that hand to the bed over her shoulder and leaning into her, letting her feel how much I wanted her.

She smiled into the kiss, which only made my heart spin faster. I needed her desperately—but I was terrified of hurting her, taking her again so soon. I had to be certain she was ready for me.

And so, with a warm rumble in my chest, I kissed my way down her jaw, her throat, her neck. Stroking her breast with my free hand and teasing her nipple with my thumb, I licked her collarbone then continued, pulling her bound hand down with me, until I was kneeling next to the bed and dipping my tongue into her navel, then down.

“Show me, Yilan,” I rasped against the inside of her thigh, pulling her hand down. I heard her breath catch and she lifted her head. I kissed her inner thigh one more time, then raised my head to meet her gaze, and took her hand, drawing it down to where her flesh was heated and swollen.“Show me what makes you burn.”

Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Melek, I can’t—”

“Oh, yes you can,” I rumbled, smiling and taking her fingers, using my own to press hers to her flesh, rubbing gently, smiling when she blinked and her head dropped back down onto the bed.

“Show me,” I whispered. “Please?”

Her chest rose and fell once, then she began to touch herself. Tentatively at first, barely teasing her own flesh. But watching her arousal increase, her body flush, made my desire surge. My breathing got harsher and it seemed to embolden her and she began to stroke in earnest, inserting her finger to wet it, then sliding up and down against that bundle of nerves.

I was gripping her hip with my free hand and felt when her stomach sucked in and her legs began to tremble.

“That’s it… that’s it,” I rasped. “God, you’re so beautiful, Yilan.”

“Melek,” she whispered. Her head fell to the side and her back arched as I watched, riveted, as she teased and pleasured her own flesh.

But at each time her body seemed to respond and her pleasure grew, she’d hesitate.

“Don’t,” I ordered her, holding her hand to herself when she started to draw it away. “I want to watch you.”

“But Melek… I wantyou,”she whimpered. She lifted her head, both our hands on her, but she’d stopped moving. Our eyes locked and there was a silent plea in hers.

“Oh, you will have me, beautiful,” I growled, then drew her hand away and smiled.

Grateful that the binding allowed me to turn my hand in opposition to hers, I left her hand resting in the crease between her thigh and stomach, while I gripped her hip. With the other hand, I drew fingers down the inside of her thigh, raising goosebumps there—and making my own breath come faster—then nudged her knees wider, whispering to her to relax.

“Just tell me if it’s wrong. Tell me how to make it right,” I croaked, then grabbed her other hip as well and pinned her to the bed.

The world disappeared when I tasted her. She gasped and her hips tried to buck, but I held her down, chuckling when she blew out the breath and her free hand grabbed for my hair.

She was already slick, already heated, alreadyready.

Following the example she’d given me, I started at her core and licked up to that nub, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, then holding pressure as I slid back down, dipped inside her, and traced the line back up.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

I began teasing her more and longer, flicking that bundle of nerves several times before dropping away, until she was quivering under me, gasping my name, her bound hand clamped tightly to her own thigh, her free hand fisted in my hair.

“Melek…Melek, please!”

I’d intended to bring her to climax first, then take her. But I looked up when she called my name and seeing her laid out like that, her skin flushing, her body trembling, eyelids fluttering, feeling her pull at my hair to draw me up her body, I couldn’t resist.

I released her hip on my free side and took myself in hand as I reared up over her, positioning myself. Then, ready to take her, I clamped that hand to the back of her neck.

“Look at me, Yilan,” I harshed.

Her eyes flew open and locked on mine, and in that moment I pushed into her, firmly, but carefully, filling her. It was the most thrilling experience of my life to watch her eyes first widen as I took her, stretching her poor body, then roll back in her head when I groaned and dug fingers into her hip to hold her so I slid to the hilt.

Her back arched and she gave a wordless cry, reaching for me, that hand slapping to my waist and nails digging into my side as she pulled me in—and the sight of her, gasping for me, almost tipped me over the edge immediately.

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