Page 165 of A Queen This Fierce and Deadly

His muscular body might have been intimidating if I hadn’t seen how carefully he wielded that large form. He knew his strength and made allowances without apologizing for what the gods had given him.

And why would he apologize? With his shirt off, he looked like a god himself.

“Your eyes are looking a little glazed, Sin.” His voicedripped with humor. Humor and smug satisfaction. I met his eyes, cheeks heating, but his smile was almost…shy.

His hands weren’t, though. They were already pulling my own tunic over my head, sliding teasingly across the flexible band covering my breasts. One day, I wanted to wear a pretty dress and lace for this man.

“What are you thinking?”

I told him, and his eyes heated. “Just the sight of you like this is almost bringing me to my knees. Have mercy before you make promises like that.”

His arms flexed as he slid them to my ass, and my breath hitched when he lifted me, slowly lowering me down onto the bed.

“You belong here,” he said. “I hope you know what you’re signing up for, Sin, because I’m feeling possessive.”

When he leaned close enough to touch, my hands found him again, stroking over his chest, his back. His eyelids drooped to half-mast.

“Good,” I murmured. “Because I’m feeling possessive too.”

Leaning down, he nipped my chin, the movement so unexpected, I laughed. My laugh turned to a hiss as he slid down my body, his teeth gently teasing as he stroked his tongue against places I hadn’t known could be so sensitive.

I let out a gasping moan, and he went still.

“Make that sound again.”

My cheeks blazed, and I clamped my mouth shut.

Demos gave me a slow, wicked grin. “I guess I’ll just have to make you.”

His mouth dropped, and this time, I barely breathed. A fine trembling began in my limbs, and Demos muttereda curse, green-gold eyes meeting mine. He slid his hands to the waistband of my leggings.

“Yes?”

Breathlessly, I nodded. His gaze never left my face as he rolled them down, helping me kick free of them. His eyes stayed on mine as his mouth lowered, pressing kisses across my hips, stomach, inner thighs.

Another moan-gasp, and I felt him smile against my skin.

And then I was bared for him, and he let out a rough sound of his own. His warm breath caressed my skin, and I shivered.

“Tell me you want this.”

“You know I do.” Sliding my hands into his dark hair, I smiled.

Without hesitation, Demos pushed my thighs apart and dropped his mouth to my core.

My cheeks flamed. “Oh!”

His eyes rolled up and looked at me. He didn’t move.

Until…

A long, wicked swipe of his tongue.

“Ohhh.”

He chuckled against me, and that created a whole new sensation. A sensation that made me arch, gasping for him.

“You taste so good,” he murmured. And then he was lapping at me, his tongue circling my clit. One finger pushed inside me, and I moaned. Another finger, and the world narrowed until all I could see, all I could feel, washim.

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