Page 62 of Protect Your Queen

I really wanted to oblige. I could kiss every inch of her body and make that melodic voice whimper in delight. I wanted to watch her possessed by pleasure, her mind shut off from its constant noise, and present in nothing but the sensations I could provide her.

I knew her moans would be the greatest music, and that I could compose a symphony dedicated to nothing but the sensual movements of her naked form.

“Don’t you… want… something?” She tilted her head, her eyes darting down to the ample cleavage she had on display. Oh, yes, I knew she was trying to seduce me. But to what purpose? I wasn’t sure. “From… me?”

It was a trap. I knew it.

My head was saying one thing, but my cock was weeping to be set free. God, she was beautiful.

“I want a lot of things.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek.

It was such an innocuous, innocent movement. But somehow, because it was her, it became erotically intimate.

I leaned down, until my beak of a nose nudged her cute, little flat one. “But if I take it, then it will confirm everything you know about men. I need you to know that I’m not that person.”

“Why?” She blinked, slowly, caught in the spell of our closeness, just as I was. “Why do you want me to know anything?”

“Because I don’t do casual fucks, sweetheart.” God, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her so badly, my body ached with it. “There’d be nothing casual about us.”

In a blink of an eye, she got on her tiptoes, closing the distance between us and placed her lips on mine. An open-mouthed kiss, with no tongue. Just lips against lips. She pulled away quickly, placing her hands over her mouth and blushing.

“I’m sorry, I…”

I silenced her with a kiss of my own. Tongues. Teeth. Stolen breaths and sighs as I wrapped my arms tight around her waist, pulling her body close to mine. My cock pushed into her belly, as my hands roughly moved down to her ass, cupping her until her legs spread wide, lifting her so she could wrap her arms and legs around me.

Holy fuck! I was in so much trouble. I pried our lips apart, closing my eyes and tilting my head back so that I was looking up at the ceiling, and not the walking temptation in my arms.

“Tell me what you want, Songbird,” I said, against her kiss-swollen lips.

“I-I-I don’t know…” Her arms circled around my neck as she clung on tighter. My cock bobbed from behind my zipper and ached to find its way into her warmth.

He was going to hate what I was about to do.

“Okay.” I kissed her again, this time softer, because it wasn’t going to happen tonight. “I’m going to put you to bed now. And you’re going to have a good night’s rest.”

“What?” Her eyes rounded, shock written all over her face as I walked her back to her bedroom. “W-why? Don’t you… want… to?”

“Oh, sweet little Songbird, I want nothing more than to get in bed with you. Hell, I want to bend you over that piano, and take you right here. But I won't.” She wasn’t happy with what I said, and fuck, that made my cock throb even harder. “Not until you know you want it.”

“I want it!”

I chuckled, bringing my lips to her throat as I walked us to her bedroom. I had never been here before, of course. But just like the rest of the house, it was decorated in white and gold, with lace accents on the windows. Her bed was fucking massive. Way too big for a little thing like her. And Christ, the idea of falling asleep beside her hit me like a ton of bricks.

I pulled down the gold blanket, and tucked her in. She tried to hold on to my neck, and I had to pry her off, tucking her hands under her cheek and pulling her heavy blanket up to her throat.

“Goodnight, Songbird,” I whispered, kissing her temple.

“But… I want it.”

“Tell me whatitis,” I said, lifting a brow and staring down at her beautiful face.

“What?”

“Tell me what you want. In real words, sweet Songbird.”

“I-I… I don’t…”

“If you can’t say it,” I kissed her cheek. “Then you don’t want it, baby. I can wait.”

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