Page 34 of The King's Maiden

His soft chuckle in my ear pulled me out of the trance I’d fallen into, snapping my eyes open. The hint of a smile on his face, the way his lips twitched as he tried to hide it.

I was so fucking screwed.

It made me wonder if this was how it was supposed to be. If it was always supposed to feel like this. One look—one touch—and I wanted to lie back and let him in completely.

I’d never felt that before. Not even once with my ex. And I had started to wonder if I even could feel it. If the part of me that was meant to be wild, the part of me that could crave another person so hard and so quickly, was just defective. Now, it felt like maybe I hadn’t been broken.

“Broken?”

I blinked. “Huh?”

Landon withdrew the hypnotic tangle of his fingers in my hair to cup my neck and tilt my head up. “You just mumbled something about being broken.”

Oh, fuck.

“Oh. Nothing. I just…My ex popped into my head and I?—”

He pulled back. “Your ex?”

“Yeah, he was a total tool. Anyway, we would?—”

“You’re thinking about your ex while I’ve got my cock wedged against your stomach?”

“Um…” I pressed my lips together.

He huffed a laugh and grabbed my hips. “Yeah, that won’t do.”

Lifting me by the waist, he tossed me onto the bed. I shrieked as I hit the mattress. And again when he pounced on top of me.

“You can learn the rules as we go. Right, Maiden?”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond. As soon as a laugh burst out from my throat, it died on my tongue. The exact momenthisstroked a path up my neck.

He licked his way to the sensitive spot behind my ear, sucking on my skin as he settled his body between my legs.

My knees fell to the side, opening my hips to let his press forward. The first rock of his erection against my core pushed every errant and insignificant thought out of my head. The only thing that existed was this—him and me—and the need rising between us.

The need to know what he would feel like inside me. The need for more. And the need for him to take what I so desperately wanted to give.

Not because I wanted to get it over with.

But for the first time, because I couldn’t wait.

I lifted my hips to meet every gentle rock of his. My legs tightened around him. Moaning each time his cock grazed over my clit. Whimpering when he pulled back.

Until he slowly repeated the process again.

Over and over, he drove his body into mine.

He never stopped working me up with his mouth, greedily nipping and sucking at my neck, my collarbone, and even the swell of my breasts. Running his hands up my sides, down my arms, he slithered his palm between our bodies and into the waistline of my panties.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out. But the second he cupped my sex, my eyes rolled back, and a drawn out moan filled the room. When he slipped one finger inside me, a deeper groan followed.

I didn’t know if it came from me or him.

“Fuck.” He panted as my walls clenched around him. “You’re so wet. So fucking tight.”

“Landon—” I gasped, writhing on the bed.

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