Page 61 of Queen of Legends and Lies
“Oh, you wicked, wicked woman.” He traces my collarbone with a chilly finger, causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin and my nipples to tighten into hard peaks. “Two can play this game.”
His clever mouth descends, teasing first one nipple then the other. Frigid tendrils dance across my breasts as his magic trails over my sensitive skin. Fingers join his questing tongue, pinching and rolling and tugging until I’m a shivering, gasping mess, half sliding off the throne.
This is a game I’ll gladly play.
Sterling kneels between my splayed thighs, hitching my legs higher around his waist. The head of his shaft nudges against my slick entrance, and I moan. My body clenches with need. Then he’s thrusting inside, hard and deep, filling me like we’re made for each other.
Our labored breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh echo through the cavernous throne room. The thought flits through my mind that I should be embarrassed, mortified even, to be coupling so wantonly out in the open like this.
Pleasure drowns any hint of shame.
The velvet seat cushion caresses my back as Sterling rocks into me over and over. Again and again.
Back arching, I grab his muscled shoulders and pull him closer. “Yes,” I gasp out. “More. Harder. I need?—”
“I know exactly what you need, love.” He pistons his hips faster, one hand gripping my thigh as the other thumbs tight circles over my throbbing clit.
Low in my core, tension coils until the pressure shatters. I cry out as ecstasy crashes through me in wave after glorious wave.
I put a hand to Sterling’s sweat-slicked chest, urging him to slow his movements as I catch my breath. When he stills, I nudge him back and coax him to sit on the throne. His dark eyes gleam with renewed hunger as he complies.
Facing away from him, I perch myself on his lap and guide him back inside me.
We both moan at the exquisite sensation.
Leaning forward, I grip the gold filigree arms and start to move, undulating my hips in a sensual rhythm.
Sterling’s strong hands skim up my sides to cup my breasts, kneading and plucking at the sensitive peaks until I’m gasping for more.
Always more. I can never get enough of him.
He thrusts up to meet my downward motions, hitting that secret spot within me every time. The dual stimulation quickly stokes my arousal back to a fever pitch.
“So beautiful.” Sterling’s hot breath tickles my neck as he nips and sucks at the tender skin. One of his hands drifts down between my legs to rub teasing circles on my clit. “So perfect. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I pant out, riding him harder and faster, chasing our pleasure. “Always.”
Perspiration coats our straining bodies. The scent of our lovemaking perfumes the air, heady and erotic.
Sterling tenses beneath me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hip.
He’s close, teetering on the brink.
Determined to reach that peak with him, I grind down as he pushes up, taking him as deep as I can. He increases the pressure on my clit, rubbing tight, furious circles.
The coil in my core winds tighter and tighter, the tension almost unbearable. It’s too much, yet not enough. Pleasure that borders on pain.
The tension snaps.
With a wordless cry of ecstasy, I throw my head back as my climax crashes over me, my inner muscles clenching around Sterling’s length. He buries his face against my hair to muffle his own hoarse shout as he finds his release, spilling his seed deep inside me.
For a long moment, we remain locked together, trembling and panting as the waves of bliss slowly ebb.
I rest my cheek against Sterling’s firm chest, listening to the gradually slowing thud of his heartbeat as our breathing evens out. A light sheen of sweat glistens on our bare skin.
Glancing around the throne room, a giddy, drunk-on-happiness giggle bubbles up my throat. “Not complaining, but,” I stroke my fingertips along Sterling’s muscular thigh, “did you happen to consider how we’re going to make it out of here with my gown in tatters?”
“Fuck me.” He releases a heavy sigh. “Can’t say that you leaving in clothes was a concern in the heat of the moment.”
