Page 148 of Queen of the Crimson Throne

“Stars, I forgot how sweet you taste.” His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me further as he feasted. His tongue lapped at me greedily—stroking up and down my center before returning and sucking on my clit. Every stroke worked me higher and higher into a frenzy.

“Not yet,” Luka commanded.

My hips bucked off the mattress as two of his fingers plunged into me. He twisted his fingers inside me and I moaned. In and out his fingers pumped as his mouth continued to suck at my clit.

“Please,” I whimpered. Desire coiled tightly at the base of my spine. Higher and higher it crested. Luka removed his fingers and I whimpered at the loss.

I jolted as his fangs scraped over my clit.

Holy fuck—he wasn’t going to?—

Pain and pleasure erupted as Luka’s fangs pierced the bundle of nerves.

I screamed and his hand splayed across my stomach to keep me in place as he took the first pull of my blood.

Another scream tore from my throat—the pain and the pleasure were too much. Stars danced at the back of my vision as the room around me blurred.

Desire burned hotter with every pull of my blood.

He gripped my ass to pull me closer as he drank.

My fingers fisted in his hair; I pulled at the strands as he continued to drink—pressing his mouth closer.

“Luka!” I screamed as my pleasure erupted. My legs locked around his head as his mouth continued to feast. I couldn’t even tell if he was still drinking from me any more—the amount of pleasure was too much.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure subsided, Luka removed hismouth from me, wiping the remains of my desire mixed with my blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was—” I panted.

“I know.” He smiled—a smile full of male cockiness.

“Prick.” I dragged my eyes over him. “You’re still wearing far too much clothing.” I quickly discarded his shirt.

I dragged my hands up and down his sculpted torso, my fingers running over every ridge and dip of his muscles.

“My turn.” I pushed him to lay on the bed before clamoring for the buttons of his pants.

My mouth watered at the sight of his cock as it sprung free.

I stroked him a few times with my hand—earning a rough groan from him. I gave him no warning before I took his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips bucking off the bed.

I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock as I tried to take him deeper. Choking as his length hit the back of my throat.

“Keep that up Sweetheart and I’m going to come in your pretty little mouth.”

I removed my mouth from him with a pop. “Do it,” I challenged.

His eyes sparkled. “Do you mean that?” I nodded.

“You want me to fuck that wicked mouth of yours?” Heat pooled deep in my stomach at his words. “I need you to say it, Lennox.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

He groaned and layed back on the bed. “Then get to it, Your Majesty.”

I closed my mouth over him again, taking him inch by inch into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.

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