Page 51 of Conquering the King of Storms

His eyes started to glow when he felt how slick I was. Not the way they did when he was crazy—the way they had when he’d almost lost control of himself in the cave.

I didn’t know Sirus well, but I knew without a shadow of doubt that hedespisedlosing control. Which meant that if I wanted him to leave the shower with good memories instead of feeling like shit, I needed to put him back in control.

Grabbing his wrist again, I dragged it back to his cock and wrapped it around his erection with my own hand.

The glow in his eyes faded slightly.

“I want to watch you come undone,” I said to him, my voice soft. “Show me how you make yourself feel good, Sirus.”

“You’ll be my end, love.” His eyes locked onto my face as he slowly dragged his fist over his erection. His other hand was still right next to my head, and a low groan escaped him as he slowly worked his cock.

My body flushed hotter, my knees shaking more fiercely as his gaze remained on my face.

I wanted to ask him where he wanted to touch me—to ask him how this moment would go in his darkest fantasies.

But I didn’t want to scare him away, or say anything that might make him think negatively about what we were doing.

So I remained quiet, and I watched.

His breathing picked up, the drag of his fist growing rougher and harder as he continued.

He didn’t like soft and careful as much as it had seemed in the cave, then—which was really fucking hot.

He’d been careful with me.

The wind whipped around us as he got closer to the edge, hitting me with his silent desires so rapidly it could’ve given me whiplash, but instead made me want more.

“Soon you’ll be on you knees, taking my cock in your throat.”

“Soon you’ll be against that wall, with my cock buried inside you.”

“Soon you’ll be sitting on my face, feasting on me while I devour you.”

Just his kinky thoughts alone had me dripping wet, the shower long forgotten despite the water still falling behind Sirus.

The king finally lost it, snarling and heaving as he pumped his pleasure onto the shower floor.

Honestly, I’d wanted to see his face after he soaked my belly.

This was better, though, because there was no way he could regret it.

“That was fucking sexy,” I breathed to him.

I considered telling him to watch me get myself off, too, but decided against it. I wasn’t sure I knew how to, after the way the last few years had gone. And even if I had, there was still a chance it could scare him off.

His chest’s heaving finally slowed down, and he took a slow step back.

The wind was still whispering dirty nothings to me.

“Soon your hair will be in my fist, my lips marking your throat as mine.”

“Soon your tits will be in my mouth, while my cock slides into your channel.”

“Soon you’ll be tied to my bed while I feast on you until you can’t take another moment of pleasure.”

Now that I knew it was Sirus’s thoughts, though, the things he wanted… well, it was even hotter.

I felt a phantom hand between my thighs, and arched slightly.

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