Page 82 of Of Sockets Of Stitches
The wonder drained from his face and hardened, and I felt the same seriousness fill me.
That was the only warning either of us received.
We met somehow. The space between us disappeared in the clash of our hands and mouths and bodies. I pulled him down. He rolled me under.
He had slept in a tunic and pants. The tunic could stay fornow. I ripped at the other, and vaguely noted the ripping of my nightgown too.
I gripped his length, and guided him to my entrance. See pulled my body to his, and he was in.
Filling me again at last. I arched with the depth of my moan—he looked incapable of making a sound. The tension of our frenzy locked him so.
See drew out and eased back in, and I relished the press of our bodies. Butmore. This reunion demanded everything of me and him.
I screamed as See slammed in, sensing all that I would demand.Yes!
Such fullness. Such?—
“My queen, what is wrong?” Valetise ran through the wardrobe.
I wrenched my head aside to look at her.
Valetise blinked. And colored. “M-my queen, Prince Consort. Please forgive me!”
I extracted myself from under See, nearly succumbing to tears as the fullness inside me ended abruptly. My queendom shook and squeezed, and though my prince had not caused either, his menace was terrible.
“Get out,” he snapped.
Valetise stumbled back through her wardrobe, and I perched on the edge of the bed after.
I pursed my lips. “She was not to know.”
The shakings and squeezings of my queendom eased, and the air slowly relaxed as See’s rage did the same.
I threw off the ripped remains of my nightgown and knelt on the bed, facing him. “Where were we?”
See blurred across the bed, impossibly quick as only a nightmare could be. His lips closed around my breasts, and his low groans rumbled through my nipples and to my core.
He pressed his forehead to my chest. “I want to feel all ofyou, my darkness. So much that I am frantic with where to begin.”
I placed a finger under his chin. When he lifted from my chest, I drew that finger up to my neck and over my jaw to the corner of my lips. I trailed my finger back down between my breasts, over the flat of my stomach, then between my legs.
See’s inhales were rapid and pained—guttural—as he scooped enormous hands under my ass to lift me against his face. I choked on a shriek as his mouth, so large, covered me entirely. He swept his tongue back and forth, across my entrance and to my ass, only to sweep back. My legs trembled at the unyielding pressure that was nearly painful and not nearly enough.
Absolute glorious agony.
I gripped his inky hair and rolled my hips against his face. “More, my prince.”
He paused for the tiniest second as his fury filled the room. His fury ofme.His fury to possess me always in whatever way I would allow.
See was my prince. And he liked me saying so.
His snarls were muffled against my flesh, and I was not immediately aware of the fresh rattle of my queendom.
I was not causing it.
See continued to groan between my legs, but I craned my head to listen.
Ah.
