Page 130 of A Reign of Roses
“Put me in your mouth,” he said, as if the words had seized control. “Please,” he added quickly and with a low groan, his fingers tightening along my scalp and down my neck. And then he said it again on a single broken breath.
Overwhelming pride coursed through me and I moaned a little as I pressed his head against my tongue, continuing to stroke him with both my hands.
Kane’s eyes shuttered as he swore. I suckled him until his hips twitched—his need was my fuel, that undercurrent of barely tethered dominance lighting me up from the inside like a lantern in the dark.
I knew what swirled inside the basest parts of him. That primal craving to hold me still and thrust into my mouth and make a mess all over me. And yet there he stood, solid as a mighty oak, grinding his jaw, fisting his hands as gently as he could,enduringwhatever I desired to give him, at whatever pace I chose. I knew he would have stood there and allowed me to lick him slowly,mercilessly, for hours and hours and hours on end.
I opened my mouth and enveloped his hardness as best I could. He was thick and long, and I had found through trial and error the other night that if I brought him too far back into my throat I would gag and cough and my cheeks would turn a very unsensual shade of pink as little beaded tears collected in my eyes. Kane had withdrawn himself from me with such haste I’d nearly fallen into his abdomen from my position bent over him in bed. He’d cursed softly and wiped the tears from my eyes with a look of such regret my heart had twisted nearly in two.
I’d asked him to let me try again but he insisted it was his turn and had spent the rest of the night making me sob through crest after crest of merciless pleasure on his tongue until finally, when I was loose and pliant and delirious, he’d nudged inside of me and finished within seconds.
I wanted to do better this time. I opened my mouth wider, and allowed him to guide me. To work my jaw and chin around his fullness. I swallowed and licked as he grunted. Moaned when he brushed a reverent thumb across my full, wet lips stretched around his heft.
Our eyes locked. His were a little pained. “Can I—? Down your throat?”
We’d never made it this far. Always in too much haste to knot ourselves together. Needy to become one shared soul. I nodded, his words wringing a slight, unexpected whimper from me. As if that was all it took, Kane’s thrusts picked up speed and he groaned loudly, his voice echoing off the mirror and wet stone floor of the washroom.
He spurted into my mouth and I hummed with the masculine taste. I swallowed his release eagerly, and continued to suck him until he purred, “Easy, easy,” and withdrew himself from between my lips.
When our gazes met, he released a breath of such deep satisfaction my eyes burned. Sinking slowly back into the water, he brought my bruised lips to his. The kiss was soft as he brought me back between his open legs and under the warm water.
Satiated and buoyant, I relaxed in Kane’s arms. The water softened the sharp edges of desire that had built back up inside me while I’d pleasured him.
Night blossomed outside. Owls hooted, crickets chirped.
A loud knock snapped my eyes open and I turned back to Kane, a little dazed. I wasn’t sure how long had passed.
“I’ll go,” he murmured.
I didn’t argue as he stood from the tub with a mighty push and surged water all over the floor. I also didn’t hesitate to admire his perfect round backside as he reached for a towel. Those lean yet powerful hamstrings, sculpted calves, tan, boyish feet…He was a masterpiece.
“Always staring.” His laugh was rough as he wrapped the fabric low around his waist and slipped out the washroom door.
I only heard muffled murmurs, but when Kane poked his head back inside his mood had changed slightly. Not quite dampened but…
“I’m needed by Eardley. Shouldn’t be long. Keep the water warm for me?”
“I’ll come, too,” I said, moving to stand.
“No,” he said with more urgency than I expected. “No need.”
Despite a nagging feeling in my gut, I nodded. Kane and I didn’t keep secrets anymore. If he needed me to come with him, he would have said so.
The door snicked shut and then I was alone.
The water had turned lukewarm,resulting in gooseflesh across my arms and thighs. And my heart was pounding awkwardly. Not panic, exactly. But…I wasn’t calm.
He’d been gone too long.
I stood from the bath and dressed quickly in a silky golden nightgown.
And then, without really thinking, threw on my now-beloved fox fur and leather boots and hurried into the hallway.
My palms began to itch with unease.
“Is the king still with Eardley?” I asked the two guards on duty outside our quarters.
“I haven’t seen him, Lady Arwen,” one said, kind enough not to make a face at my bizarre clothing.
