Page 81 of The King's Maiden

“Do you know what’s stronger than that need inside you?” he whispered over my skin, locking his eyes on mine. “Stronger than pleasure?”

I shook my head, lips pressing into a thin line to stifle a moan. He inched closer to the hem of my dress, his face so close to where I wanted him, I nearly screamed. I bit down on my lip so hard, I almost drew blood.

Landon closed his eyes and breathed in the air, thick with need and my arousal.

“Trust”—he exhaled—“that the payoff will be greater if you save yourself for me. That I’ll give you everything you need when the wait is over.”

The timer beeped.

Our eyes locked.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praised.

Shoving my dress up and my panties aside, he buried his fingers inside me. Sealing his mouth over my clit. Tearing a cry of relief from my throat. My back bowed off the bed.

And he wasrelentless.

His fingers plunged, pumping in and out. Curling inside me to hit places I didn’t even know existed. My body came alive as he quickly worked me into a frenzy.

Deep and fast, he thrust as eagerly as he devoured me. His tongue swirling over my clit, he lapped and sucked as if he’d been starved for days. His free arm looped under my thigh and clamped down on my hip. Pinning me in place so he could drive his tongue inside my slit and my body to the edge. He licked the length of me before latching onto my clit again.

An intense, blinding pleasure tore through me. I cried out. The waves of my first climax crashed over me. It came in a rush, bucking my hips off the bed.

His grip tightened, sinking my hips into the bed as he fully seated his fingers inside me. I clenched and shuddered around him. And before I could fully come down from the high of it, he pursued the next. Pushing me to the peak. And sending me careening over it.

Until I screamed. And screamed again. And again.

As my voice gave out and I panted for breath, he continued to work my clit, the oversensitive bundle of nerves throbbing with each slow suck and languorous stroke of his tongue. Two fingers glided in and out, twisting around and sliding over each other in a leisurely dance that lit up my core even as he allowed me to come down.

I moaned, a low and loud guttural sound that was unrecognizable to my own ears. My head thrown back on the pillows, I gasped until my body finally relaxed.

Peeking down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, he stared up at me from between my legs—his face a mess of my desire. “Fuck, you’re—” He withdrew his fingers and his nostrils flared. He growled, “No, I’m not done.”

And he reclaimed me with his mouth.

“Landon!” I shrieked. “Oh,fuck!”

His thrusts quickened, hitting deep inside me. So deep, my body drew taut against my bindings, a stream of curses tearing from my throat. But he didn’t stop until I came again.

And when I thought I couldn’t bear it anymore—when I sobbed out my last release and begged him to stop but didn’t give him the words that would end it—he pursued me relentlessly.

Until I shattered one more time.

And he finally released me.

Chapter Twenty-Three

QUINN

Iwoke up in the middle of the night, my hands unbound and resting under my cheek. The fluffy down comforter was pulled up to my shoulders and tucked in around me. At some point while I’d slept, I curled onto my side to face the window.

To facehim.

Things hadn’t gone the way I planned. Definitely not the way I’d expected. My safe words remained unused, and I’d crossed all the lines I’d set for myself. But with my body so deeply satisfied, I couldn’t say I regretted it.

I blinked sleepily at the space beside me. Landon was…

Hewasn’tthere.

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