Page 185 of The Throne Seeker
“No,” he denied with an unmerciful smile. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
She laid back, giving him an impatient grunt.
His lips tugged upward into a crooked grin.
He moved down toward her legs, his warm lips brushing her inner thigh lightly, leaving trails of kisses and bites, rising dangerously close to the ache between her legs.
She thought she’d reached her wit’s end. She put her hands above her head to restrain them, grabbing a handful of the blanket, muffling a moan.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and without warning, he slid a finger inside her.
She practically cried out, biting her lip as her back arched again. He hooked his finger, gliding against her ribbed wall. She rocked herself against him shamelessly.
His free hand went back up to play with her breast again. She writhed in pleasure, aching to reach her peak.
As if he knew, he withdrew.
She moaned in protest, her eyes opening to meet his again.
He lifted the finger to his mouth to taste her, his eyes never leaving hers as he licked it clean.
More liquid trickled between her legs.
“Roman,” she breathed, hating how desperate she sounded. “I need you.”
“And to the gods, I need you,” he groaned. His gaze shifted between her legs, then back to her. “But I haven’t even had the main course yet.” A wicked smile swept in like the wind as he gripped her thighs, dragging her towards him.
She held her breath, the area between her legs throbbing for what he was about to do.
He gently bent her knees so she was displayed like a feast. His eyes became feral as he let out a low moaning sound before kissing the sensitive skin at her core.
She’d never forget the first stroke of his tongue.
Her body reacted immediately. Every muscle tensed from the pleasure as she gasped.
“Roman,” she moaned, grabbing a fistful of his soft hair as he had his way with her, his tongue flicking and sucking as he pleased, his deep moans vibrating her most sensitive parts.
Her back lifted again as he shoved his tongue inside her.
His free hands slid up to her chest, reaching for her heaving breasts, playing with them lazily.
She whimpered, the pleasure inside her threatening to burst. “Ro… Roman,” she warned, about to reach her peak.
He didn’t move, moaning into her.
The vibration of his lips sent her over.
She cried out. Loudly. So loudly. Luckily, the rain would drown out her cry from being heard from downstairs. She clutched his hair in fistfuls as her hips bucked, shaking uncontrollably, her climax shattering through her in beautiful waves.
As she came back down, she waited for him to release her, but instead, he continued, his hands pinning her thighs so she would stay just where she was.
He pushed her over the edge again.
True to his promise, she couldn’t control any sound or movement she made. Crazed noises erupted from her—sounds she didn’t even recognize, movements purely pleasure-driven as her body took on a whole new experience.
She was left in a puddle of pleasure on the floor when he finally released her. She didn’t know how it was possible, but the throbbing between her legs remained.
She was still not satisfied. She still hadn’t had enough.
