Page 60 of Conquering the King of Storms

I watched the gears in his mind turn through those gorgeous eyes of his, and pride flared in me when understanding set in.

I was figuring out how Sirus worked.

“There was no better alternative,” he finally admitted.

“Exactly. You had to deal with me while I was drugged, and I wasn’t going to back off. Letting me touch you was the most respectable, reasonable answer.”

He nodded once, slowly.

“I respect the hell out of you for holding onto your morals tightly enough to resist me, even if I kind of wish you had just let me sit on your dick so we could get any lingering awkwardness out of the way.” I gestured between the two of us. “Think of all the tension we wouldn’t be feeling if we had already fucked.”

His expression grew slightly amused. “You think fucking wouldremovethe tension? I haven’t even been inside you yet, and I already know I’m going to be obsessed when I’ve felt your body wrapped around me.”

My face flushed a bit. “Is that so?”

“Yes, that is fuckingso.”

“Want to just get it over with, then?” I slid a hand between us, but he pinned my hand to our abdomens.

“No, Sway. The first time I make love to you won’t be in a bed we’ve shared with Dissiri. If you want pleasure, I can give you pleasure, but there will be nogetting it over withwhen it comes to us having sex. Our bodies will meld when the time is right.”

“Well, now you’re starting to sound like a romantic.”

“I never claimed I wasn’t.” His hand slid up my thigh, parting my legs further, and my breathing picked up.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway, and we both tensed.

A knock on the door had me groaning quietly, and dropping my head back to the pillow beneath it.

“Crest wants to meet.” Ivy spoke loudly from outside the door. “Is Storm still sane, Harper?”

“Yep,” I managed to call back.

“Sweet. Two sane kings is much better than one. Get your asses out of bed and into the café; Flame and Crest already cleared it out.”

“With their cheery personalities, I’m sure,” I muttered.

Storm kissed me, hard.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” he told Ivy. “I need to shower.”

“Make it a cold one!” Ivy announced. I could practically see her grinning as I heard her walk away.

“How quiet can you be?” Storm murmured, sliding down my body. His wind stroked my thighs, and my body arched.

“So quiet,” I breathed, as his thumbs dragged over my clit.

“I remember a lot of noise.” He settled between my thighs, his face only a breath away from my core.

“I’ll be quieter this time,” I promised.

When another gust of wind slid over every inch of my body, blowing my dress off of my breasts and exposing me to the man staring up at me, my body flushed. His eyes were hot, and I was so, so tense.

“You’re fucking breathtaking, Sway.” He dragged the portion of my dress that covered my core to the side with one smooth moment, and then slowly dragged his tongue up my center.

A soft cry escaped me.

“I’m going to have to fill your mouth with wind if you can’t stay quiet,” he warned me, his voice low and growly as he dragged his tongue over me again. His fingers were teasing my opening, and I was so, so close to losing it altogether.

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