Page 88 of The Sovereign: Part One
I unbuttoned his shirt, starting on the next just as quickly as I released the button before.Before I could finish, he reached back and pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor.I reached down, unbuckling his belt and pulling the button of his pants through the slit.Once I ripped down the zipper, his pants were off and had joined his shirt somewhere below.He pressed against me, his skin touching nearly every inch of mine.His hand slid down my side, over the small curve of my hip, and then left for just a moment for him to wet his fingers with his tongue before returning them between my thighs.
With his tongue exploring my mouth, his fingers rediscovering the most sensitive parts of me, I nearly melted beneath him.
There was something intentional about the way he kissed, as if he were mapping me, taking his time to understand every reaction, every sound, every shift of my body.I didn’t hold back.With every sigh, every shiver, every arch of my back that pressed me closer to him, I pushed him to the brink until there was nothing between us but heat and hunger.
His hand found my jaw, tilting my face just enough for him to take more, to kiss me deeper, and I let him, aching for him to take everything.And yet, the way he tasted, the way his breath tangled with mine, the way his fingers skimmed my skin, leaving fire in their wake, it was all-consuming, a slow surrender I never wanted to end.
I threaded my hands into his hair, pulling him closer, needing more, until he groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my chest, settling deep.He adjusted, pressing me into the mattress, his hips settling between my thighs.
“Isara,” he begged, his voice ragged, every word scraped from a battle he was already losing.
I exhaled, pressing my face into his neck, my fingers into his shoulders.“Don’t say it.”
“I was just going to say I wanted to try something new.”
I watched, breathless, as he moved lower, his mouth mapping a slow, scorching path down my body.When he reached the edge of the delicate white lace I had slipped into that morning—never imagining he’d be tasting them hours later—he paused, his breath teasing over sensitive skin.With one quick motion, they were gone, no longer a hindrance for what he wanted.He kissed those lips the way he did my mouth.The first flick of his tongue had me sinking into the sheets, my body taut and trembling.I tried to swallow, but my throat refused to cooperate, every sense consumed by the slow, deliberate way he worshiped me.My head tipped back, my knees falling open, offering him more.His hands gripped my hips, firm and commanding, pulling me deeper into his mouth, his breath hot against my skin as though he wanted to claim every last piece of me.
I arched against him, feeling the way his body responded, how he tightened his hold, how his fingers flexed against my hips.
He paused, his nose and lips brushing against me just long enough for him to speak.“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my skin before his mouth claimed me again, tasting, teasing, burying his face, pulling me into a sensation unlike anything I’d ever known.
After several minutes, I climbed higher, teetering on the edge, only for it to fade.Sensing my frustration, Maxim pressed a slow kiss to my thigh.“There’s no hurry, love.I’ll be here all night if you’ll let me.”
With that assurance, my body unraveled, yielding completely as I let go.
It started as a slow ascent, tension winding tightly beneath my skin, deep in my marrow, stretching me thin and making me weightless all at once.Every touch, every shift of his skin against mine, sent another pulse of heat through me, a current threading through my veins, winding tighter.My breath stuttered, my fingers grasping at his shoulder, at his hair—anything to tether me to something solid as sensation built, unrelenting and inevitable.
The climb was exquisite, unbearable, a single moment stretching into infinity until—
I shattered.
The world collapsed into light and sound, my body no longer my own as it clenched, spasmed, released.My limbs trembled, helpless against the force of it, my breath catching on a sharp, broken moan as pleasure rolled through me, an unstoppable tide crashing over itself again and again.Heat spread through every nerve, every muscle drawn tight, caught between restraint and surrender.I arched into it, drowning in the fire, in the pleasure—inhim.
Then, just as suddenly, the storm receded, leaving only warmth and quiet in its wake.My body dissolved against the sheets, my breath slowing, deepening.The lazy hum of satisfaction still pulsed faintly beneath my skin, my limbs felt heavy, boneless, and somewhere between the lingering aftershocks and his breath mirroring mine, I found something I hadn’t expected.
Peace.
He lifted his head, and I did as well, just enough to meet his gaze.His expression was unreadable, intense.“That’s my good girl.”
I let my head fall back to the pillow and covered my eyes with my hands, breathing out a sharp laugh.“Let me know when you want totry something newagain.”
He prowled up my body, his chest pressing flush against mine as he caught my wrist, pulling my hand away.His grip was firm, his presence all-consuming.“Look at me.”
I obeyed, my breath shallow, pulse skipping.I’d gone from absolute peace to feeling like I was balancing on the edge of something reckless and thrilling, my body buzzing with anticipation, my lips threatening to curve into a smile even as he stared down at me, his eyes dark and possessive.
“Say it.”His voice was low, rough.
“What do you want me to say?”
His gaze burned into mine.“Say you want it again.Say you’re mine to have, every night, however I decide to take you.Say it—and mean it.”
Flames licked up my spine, my skin burning beneath his glare.My voice barely made it past my lips.“It’s the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted.”
He pinned my wrist to the mattress and then leaned down, kissing me gently on the forehead.“Say the words, Isara.”
“You know I’m yours.Every second, every breath.However you want, whenever you reach for me.”
His grip tightened, his mouth hovering just above mine.“There she is.”
