Page 169 of Disillusioned
“I am bound to you.” Every tremble her touch elicited from him felt like a trophy. “You won’t hurt me. You are no stranger to longing.”
His laugh was cruel. “Longing is a tragically subdued term.Desirecomes close.” Garin’s lips parted when Lilac leaned over and released the glob of saliva that had been collecting at the mere thought of him in her mouth, slicking his cock in it.
His head fell back, his hands curling into claws at his side.
“Desire plagues you, doesn’t it? You cling to your restraint,” she said, stroking him slowly.Tooslowly. “Like a raft at sea.”
“It is to your benefit, I assure you.”
“Has blood always reigned over you so easily, Garin? You’re determined to fight for my sovereignty, yet your hunger thwarts your resolve. You lean on your slipping humanity to convince yourself you’re making the right choice.”
“It’s our thrall bond that’s done that,” he said tightly. “Not blood. Not my failing restraint. IknowI’ve made the right choice.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth. She wanted to kiss him, even as it seemed he might devour her if she got any closer. “I’m sure you believe that, seeing as you betrayed me in order to do so.”
“Gladly, if it meant your kingdom continues to know peace.” His deliciously trembling breath ruffled her hair. “I’ve seen even the most primed brigade backed by England’s finest archers march into a field and return with less than a fourth of its men. I know what a losing battle looks like. I refuse to have you at—” His breath hitched. “At the center of it.”
“You’ve never seen me at the helm of an army.” Lilac stroked him at what she hoped was a tortuous pace. She almost stopped fisting him there, but savored the ravenous disdain on his face far too much. She sank her fist to the base of his cock and squeezed her fingers around it. “I refuse to stand by while my kingdom remains unprepared. Who knows, we might need it the day your restraint snaps. You couldn’t even stand the thought of me doing this to Rupert without wanting?—”
Garin brought his mouth to hers. His kiss was soft and pleading, yet possessing as he claimed her. She tasted his anger, relief cooling her burning face.
It was delicious.
His dick twitched in her palm. “Put me in your fucking mouth,” he rasped, low and soft against her lips.
Hungrily savoring the way his face twisted, Lilac braced herself against the wanton pull of her muscles, straining against it. “Sayplease.”
“Stop if it doesn’t please you, Lilac, but I’m going to come if you don’t stop touching me that way.” His hand shot down and gripped her wrist, stilling it when she giggled and failed to heed his warning. “I can barely control myself, and nothing but magic will open that door. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
Failing to stifle another sultry laugh, she allowed Garin’s command to wash over her. Partially. She sank onto her heels and dragged the tip of her tongue against the base of his head, smiling up at him. “Stopping would not please me.” Lilac tipped her head back and rubbed him, mixing his precum her thickened saliva, coating it over her lips. Garin’s throat bobbed, and his hand fell away from her to clench one of the limestone bricks. “And I knowexactlywhat I’m doing.”
A low growl escaped Garin’s lips when she nipped lightly along the bottom of his shaft and finally took him in.
“You look unexpectedly exquisite with my dick in your mouth, Your Majesty.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb before trailing his hand toward her scalp.
“Handsoff.”
He reluctantly obliged, detangling his fingers from her waves with an incredulous, almost pained scowl. As terribly as she couldfeelhe wanted her, the grip of his will seemed weaker the more she leaned into her own pulsing hunger.
Lilac’s eyes were wild with fervor as she took him in. What was that look of his?Want? Fear?
Fear sounded better.
A shocked—and pleased—whimper erupted from her throat when he began thrusting into her mouth, as if he couldn’t help himself. The first two times were gentle. Probing. Garin stopped himself, wrestling his need back under control.
How delightful it would be to tug him back out from it.
Lilac wrapped her hands around his thighs and raked her nails into him, pulling him deeper until she gagged.
Garin bucked and groaned in warning—and shot all over her tongue.
Lilac savored every last drop, never breaking eye contact. She rocked back on her heels, absorbing his stupid, dumbfounded glare.
Speechless, he held a hand out to help her up, but she rose on her own, daintily wiping her lips. “I assume that was an adequate distraction,” she said as he refastened his belt. It was a shame; how she would’ve loved to ride him on that bench. “At least, it was for me. I suppose it’s good practice for whatever we need to do to tide your urges over.”
She felt him stiffen when she slid his coat off and reached around him, draping it around his shoulders.
“Tide me over?”
