Page 142 of A King's Oath

Avantika grabbed his jaw and held it back — “Good boys don’t bite like that!”

He smirked, dipped his head to her chin and gave her another little nip — “Don’t they?”

Her stomach somersaulted, dropping somewhere lower. She wanted him there, to do something about it. But she also needed to make this last long.

“Still not naked, Kunwarji. Shy?”

He stopped kissing his way down her throat and got to his feet. Samarth took three steps back and stood there, his eyes on her. They slowly turned intense, as if going from her head to her shoe-clad toes as she lay splayed on the bed was fanning some flame.

“Tell me what you want to do,” he asserted, clasping his hands behind his back. Like a prince.

“All that you want to do and are too shy to do,” she grinned.

“Thenyousay it out loud.”

Her mouth snapped shut. He grinned. Those intense eyes with that sudden grin. If her stomach hadn’t reached her core yet then she was sure it was pumping there now.

One perfect eyebrow shot up, that grin widened — “What happened, Kumari? Shy now?”

“N…” she cleared her throat, getting on her elbows. “No. Why would I be shy?”

“Then I am waiting.”

“For what?”

“For you to say what I am too shy to do.”

“Umm… sex. You are too shy to have sex with me. Isn’t that why you drew your little hard limit?”

He wetted his lips. Then bit the bottom one. Was all the oxygen sucked out of the air or were her lungs tight? He took one step towards her and more of the oxygen was sucked out. Her chest dipped. He leaned over her, slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her up to sitting. She gasped.

“Just doing something,” he informed. “Don’t mind me.”

Something happened behind her neck and the top of her dress was falling from her chest. She bucked forward to save it and pushed into his chest. His very vibrating chest.

“Samarth!” She gasped but found his body going still. Her bare breasts were pressing against the linen of his shirt. She inhaled. His scent in her nose, his warmth holding her close, and thenhis hand gathered her hair. He pushed it off her shoulders, and slowly pushed her body off his. She squinted her eyes closed, feeling the cool air on her bare chest. And then it was hot, warm lips. On the centre of her throat — in that place where a pulse thudded.

“Ava.”

Her eyes opened and dropped to his dark head still bent, lips ghosting over her wild pulse.

“I have a sporty body…” she warned him. “I like it, you better like it too.”

Samarth’s head pushed off her throat — “I don’t just like it,” his black eyes looked into hers. Then dropped to her breasts, his hand coming to lay over one — slow, tentative, then all at once.

“I love it, and you better love it too.”

His mouth bent and kissed one. She inhaled. As if spurred on by her reaction, he left another kiss, this one longer. She left air through her mouth, trying to control the storm brewing down below. Watching porn with friends and then doing things to yourself at night should have been a teenage thing. She had carried that practise into adulthood. This… this was…

“You don’t like this?” He asked, eyebrows raised from her breasts.

“No… I mean, yes, I like it…” Avantika panted. “Why?”

“Your face is twisted.”

“Oh shit! Is that how I look when I am aroused?”

He chuckled. “So you like it when I do this?” He opened his mouth and took one peak between his lips. Her mouth dropped open, eyes unable to look away from his. “More of that…” shegasped as his teeth nipped into her flesh. Her lower body bucked of its own accord but his was there to hold it down.

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