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He relays his idea directly to my mind, and I feel my face flush.
“Really?” I ask, even though my whole body is already tingling at the thought.
“It’s exactly how I want you,” he says, his eyes glittering.“Are you going to deny me?”
I shake my head and let him pull me down onto the bed. My breathing hitches as he lies down and I climb on top of him, hesitating for just a moment as I rest there, my knees on either side of his stomach.
“Now’s not the time to be shy,” he growls, and I squeal as he pulls me further up by my thighs, until his head is nestled between them.
I don’t have time to be self-conscious, because he’s already pulling my hips down, bringing my aching core into contact with his mouth.
I let out a noise I don’t think I’ve ever made before and immediately grab the headboard for support, worried I might shatter apart from the sensation of his lips moving against me.
“So beautiful,”his voice is like silk, caressing my mind.“I’ll never get tired of tasting you, my love, of making you scream.”
I squeeze my thighs tighter, rocking against him as I ride the shockwaves rolling through my body, feeling the pressure build. I knew he liked making me feel good, but I had no idea he enjoyed itthismuch.
I would do anything for Leon, and he’d do anything for me. But right now, this is all we need from each other: the celebration of his pleasure and mine, taking from each other’s bodies and feeding it back across the mooring in a never-ending loop.
“I want to feel your pleasure as you feel it”is what he’d said to me when he proposed this idea.“I want to feel you climaxing again and again until you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”
It means he doesn’t stop when I fall over the edge the first time. He holds tight onto my thighs, keeping me in place. My spasms of ecstasy have barely faded before he becomes a demon with his tongue again, slipping it inside me, probing the soft depths and stroking my inner muscles still quaking with aftershocks of bliss.
When I come again, he makes a low, rumbling growl against my flesh, the vibrations only prolonging my climax. Then he releases me, letting meaway from him to collapse, panting, onto the mattress beside him. It’s then I see that he finished too.
“But I didn’t even touch you,” I say, amazed. I reach out and stroke him lazily, his cock twitching in my hands.
“It was the mooring,” he says triumphantly. “I felt all of it, every moment of your pleasure, just like I’d hoped. What you experienced…” he shakes his head at the memory, as if he has nothing to compare the full-bodied, earth-shattering orgasms to.
“I think it’s safe to say I enjoy myself,” I grin.
He chuckles. “I can see why you keep me around.”
He’s already hard again in my hand, and I slip downward, positioning my head beside his hip. With a wicked grin and building anticipation, I lower my lips to his cock, beginning to suck.
“Let’s see if this goes both ways,”I say, letting Leon’s pleasure carry me away.
Chapter 31
Sophos
Iroughly drag my knife through the rare cut of beef, watching the bloody juices seep across my plate. Food like this has become much more challenging now that I have to eat with one hand, but I didn’t dare argue with the menu. I switch implements to spear a piece of the meat, and when I lift my fork, a droplet of pink liquid drips from the edge, landing on the white tablecloth.
I look up at the Grand Bearer sitting at the other end of the table. He’s already cleared his plate, but I don’t have much appetite.
Dining at the high temple is usually a simple affair. Not when it comes to the food, of course—which is always fit for a king—but when the Grand Bearer requests my company for dinner, I’m not required to be a particularly entertaining guest. Mostly, I sit and listen politely to whatever wisdom His Grace wishes to bestow on me and ask pertinent questions about the Temple’s plans.
Today, however, I wonder if the Grand Bearer has invited me with ulterior motives. His communication with me has been sparse lately, and that’s unsettling. I was hoping this dinner might shed some light on the reason for this change, but as the conversation continues, I realize I may have to take the first steps.
Still, I must tread lightly. It would be unwise to forget who I’m dealing with.
“I was glad to hear the coronation went off without a hitch, Your Grace,” I say lightly, taking a sip of my wine. “Though I admit I was surprised you changed your mind and decided to attend in person after all.”
His Grace watches me with amusement in his dark eyes. “And why would that be surprising, Bearer Sophos? It’s important the Temple maintains a strong friendship with the Trovian monarch, so naturally I wanted to show my support to Queen Oclanna.”
“Of course, Your Grace,” I say, deciding not to point out that the Grand Bearer didn’t attend the previous queen’s coronation, nor has he been to any events at the palace for decades. “I just wasn’t aware you had any plans to leave the holy city, and Elmere is a long way to travel.”
It upset me when I heard the news, mostly because not knowing His Grace’s movements makes me uneasy.
