Page 137 of What Fury Brings
That shut him up.
He looked down, registering that the first two fingers of her right hand were wet. She’d been touching herself while sucking on him. No wonder she was ready to come. How could she multitask so splendidly?
He reached out a hand to move her braid over her shoulder, then rose to kiss her neck.
“That’s not helping,” she said.
“What shall I do, then? Talk of mundane things?”
She laughed. “No. I don’t think that will help.”
He nuzzled her. “If you come early, I will only make you come twice. Now, please, for the love of all five gods, move, woman.”
The look she gave him was a mixture of irritation and arousal, two things that always seemed to go hand in hand with them. He kissed the expression from her lips.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” she said. “In the bedroom, I’m in charge.”
He arched a brow. “But you’re in charge outside of the bedroom. Shouldn’t I be permitted to be in charge here?”
She smiled slowly. “How about we take turns?”
“Agreed. Now fucking move your hips.”
She did.
So slowly it was agonizing. He put his hands on her waist, careful of the gauze still covering the wound made by his father. He tried to make her move faster, but she resisted, laughing.
“If you weren’t injured,” he threatened, “I’d have you on your back before you could blink. Then we’d see who’s laughing.”
“Poor prince,” she said. “Maybe you could think of something to do to entice me to go faster.”
At first, he thought she wanted him to bargain here in the bedroom, but then he understood. He licked his thumb before placing it over her clit.
“Good boy,” she said, and then she really moved.
Sanos tried to take it all in at once. The shaking of the bed. Her panting breaths. The sweat on her skin mixing with his. The feel of her sex against his finger. Being wrapped in her tight, wet folds. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It was everything he never knew he needed.
He leaned forward and nipped at her breasts, and that only made her go faster. He was more breathing against her than anything else. Holding on. Trying to last until—
“Sanos!”
That was what he wanted. To hear his name on her lips. Gods, he’d wanted it more than he’d wanted his next breath.
It was all he needed to join her.
EPILOGUE
Olerra didn’t remember drifting off to sleep. One moment she was in the arms of her prince, herking, and the next, she was dreaming.
It was one of those dreams where she couldn’t control it. If she could, she would have chosen a much better scenery. Currently, it was pitch-black, like she stared at the back of her eyelids.
Olerra.
A voice called out to her. It was feminine and beautiful, familiar, yet distant. At first, she wondered if it belonged to her mother.
Olerra.
No, not her mother, but someone important.
