Page 33 of Conquering the King of Storms

A snarl escaped him as I lost control, and it was like I’d lit a fire within the man. He wasn’t just licking me—he was fuckingdevouring me.

Pressure built within me again, a little more slowly, but he definitely didn’t mind. His fingers moved inside me as he felt every inch of me, teasing the spots that made me arch and cry out, and moving past the ones that didn’t.

When my core clenched around his hand for the fifth time, my body still flooded with the drugs but finally starting to grow too exhausted for more, his tongue and fingers weren’t enough any more.

“I want your cock,” I panted to him, pushing weakly at his head.

“We can’t,” he snarled into my core. “Not now.”

“Come on, Sirus,” I grabbed at his shoulders, starting to sit up, and he pushed me back down lightly, with a hand to my abdomen.

“No.” His teeth dragged lightly over my clit, punishing me, and I lost control with another scream.

The world spun above me as everything came slightly back into view. “Need a break,” I panted, grabbing at his hair and tugging him upward.

Did my drugged self have an ulterior motive?

Hell yes, she fucking did.

“We’re not having sex,” he growled at me, though he did ease away from my core. When his fingers slid out of me, it felt like I was losing something I needed desperately.

“Just let me touch you,” I shot back.

His jaw clenched. “It would be a—”

“Amazing? Yes, it would. Come here.” I tugged on his hair again, and he reluctantly let me tow him up toward me.

When I leaned against him, pressing my bare body against his half-clothed one, his eyes closed. His expression told me I was torturing him.

“You were so good to me,” I whispered to him, starting to slide down his body.

He realized what I was doing and caught my body, stopping me where I was. “Hands only, Lainen.” His low growl told me he wasn’t budging on that one.

I sighed dramatically, but slid my hand down between us. His whole body turned to fucking stone as I dragged my fingers over his cock, rubbing him lightly through his pants. “Going to need you naked,” I told him.

“Not happening.” His jaw was clenched.

“You’re not making this easy,” I complained, though I didn’t really sound annoyed.

“I shouldn’t be letting this happen at all.” He gritted the words out. “If I was fucking stronger…”

“You’re the strongest man I’ve ever met,” I murmured, dragging my spare hand over his abdomen.

His eyes closed again, and a vein in his forehead threatened to burst through his skin. “Fuck me.”

“I tried. You said no.”

A barked laugh escaped him. “You’re going to kill me.”

“If an orgasm is death, then sure.” I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his pec.

He groaned, sliding a hand around the back of my neck and burying it in my wet, braided hair. With a gentle motion, he tilted my head back and captured my lips in his. I could taste myself in his mouth, and it probably shouldn’t have, but it made me throb for more.

My fingers slid into the waistband of his pants, and wrapped around his cock.

Holy shit, he was huge.

I didn’t think he would be small, given the size of him everywhere else, but that thing was big enough to be a fucking weapon.

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