“Do you see? You see how difficult you are?”
“On the contrary,” I say, gazing up at him with confidence, even as my cheeks blaze with heat. “I’m quite easy if you just do things my way.”
I don’t know if it’s a growl, but some type of animal noise escapes him the moment before Uther’s tongue goes to my mouth.
I whine as he wrenches my hand free of his cock, and the next thing I know, I’m pressed against the stones, his erection nudging into my side.
My body cries out for more. If he won’t let me keep touching him then I need him to touch me. My tight nipples ache. I take his hand and guide it under my cape, beneath the hem of my sweater. He knows what I want, and he forges onward, dragging that hand up, over my skin until he’s cupping my breast. He groans into my mouth. “Sable.”
He sounds so angry at himself, and yet everything he does is wonderful. That large hand cages around my breast, squeezing through the material of my bra. His movements tighten my aching nipple even more.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” he grinds out, his mouth blazing a hot trail down my jawline and descending down my throat. “We…shouldn’t…”
“We absolutely should.”
His reply is nothing but a grunt of surrender. Not bothering to unhook my bra, Uther hurriedly wrenches the band down, and dips his head low. For the briefest of moments, the icy sea wind tweaks my suddenly bare nipples as his free hand lifts my sweater. The cold is then replaced by the protection of Uther’s hot mouth. He’s not a tentative lover by any means. Once he decides to taste my bare breast, he is all over me, switching from one to the other like a wild thing. He takes me into his mouth with long pulls, his tongue sweeping over my flesh, teasing me out until those buds grow so hard, making every inch of my skin feel so connected, I wonder if I might spontaneously come.
And then, my blood turns to lava as I feel Uther reach between my legs. I startle as his strong hand rucks up my skirt and finds its way to my thong. He snaps it against my flesh.
“Uther!”
“This is a one-time thing. That’s it,” he says.
My eyelids flutter closed at the sensation of his rough fingers exploring my pussy.
“Is it?”
“I said what I said, Madame,” he insists even as his fingers glide between my folds.
“Yes, Captain.”
My eyes still closed, I feel his mouth on my throat. His breath sends chill bumps over my skin as he speaks. “You’re so damn wet for me, aren’t you, my flower?”
My voice breaks. “Oh…” I am lost for words. My only awareness is in the way he strokes inside me, sliding one thick digit into my slick cunt. He called me his flower as if I were a delicate thing. Yet he provokes thoughts of how protective he is of the queen. I wish it were me he accompanied on walks. I wish it were me who this man guarded against the energy vampires of this world.
Uther’s ragged breath heats my ear as he whispers. “I have one question.”
“Wh…what’s that?”
“Do you taste as good as you smell?”
“Do I…do I what?”
I’m far too focused on how turned on I am to comprehend what he’s talking about.
To my body’s dismay, Uther slowly removes his worshiping fingers from inside my skirt. My eyes fly open and I want to protest. The lack of contact nearly destroys me, and I shiver like a woman whose internal thermostat has inexplicably plunged to freezing. But then, I forget all about the frustrating fact that he’s not diddling me anymore. I watch in fascinated shock as Uther slowly lifts his two moistened fingers to his parted lips, and noisily sucks them clean.
With our gazes locked, it feels as if he dares me to look away.
My gods, how I soak myself. How I wish his mouth were on me, forcing me to ride his face.
“And?” I ask.
Without warning, that hand is clamped around my throat. Not hard. Not squeezing. Holding me in place. Reminding me that I came to him and what he plans to do with me is punishment, in a way.
His voice is lethal as he presses his mouth to my ear. “Your honey is like no other. It could drive me mad.”
My body screams for him but my voice is a squeak. “Take all of it you want.”