Page 36 of Vows to a King
Climbing onto the bed, Adonis planted his large, calloused hands on her inner thighs and pushed them apart as indecently as possible, making a place for his impossibly wide shoulders between them.
Eyes gleaming, he pushed up the hem of her negligee. Her core wept with fresh damp desire as he gazed at the small landing strip the palace beautician had left on her sex. One fingertip traced her endlessly. He licked his sensuous lips, as if she had been readied just for him.
“Saving my seed for where it belongs,” he said, putting a large hand on top of her pelvis. Her belly rolled in delight.
She faked a pout to cover the nerves tightening up inside her.
Christos, she wanted his mouth on her there, and him inside her, but the eagerness with which she wanted this, with which she wanted this whole life with him, scared her. “I would’ve swallowed every drop of what you gave me, you know,” she said, adding a teasing tone to her words. Who said Jemima Vasilikos could not do coy? “Now you’ll complain that I didn’t see it through all the way.”
His mouth split into a rakish grin that made her heartbeat stutter. The fact that his breath coasted over her lower lips had nothing on what his smile could do to her. Especially when it touched those blazing blue eyes of his.
Suddenly, she knew she could get addicted to wanting to make this man smile like that, just for her. For the world, he could be the Devil Prince but for her, he would be just a man.
“Since I plan to use you every which way tonight, Princess, you will be sore in the next couple of days. Then you’ll have more chance to apply yourself. You can practice swallowing as much as you like. Now,” he nipped at her inner thigh with his teeth and Jemima jerked at the pain providing a sweet contrast to the pleasure she wanted, “let me taste you and ready you for my mighty sword.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners and Jemima, pushing herself upon onto her elbows, watched him.
His dark hair ruffled, blond scruff on his jaw, his lips damp, he looked like her most feverish fantasy come true. “I didn’t think kings could prostrate themselves in such a way, Your Majesty.”
“This king does, for his queen,” he quipped, before rubbing the scruff against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Now stop distracting me from my honey pot.”
Jemima laughed and within seconds, that sound transformed into a serrated groan as he rested the flat head of his tongue against her center and then swiped down like a cat.
He played with her clit for barely a breath before he swept his clever finger over her folds inside and out. And then finally, thrust it into her tight channel. Her elbows were shaky as a newborn calf’s legs, and Jemima fell back into the bed and gave in to her other senses.
With her eyes closed, every pinch and twist and lick of his lips over her core hit her like a tsunami. Sensation built and built as if she were nothing but a flood of water rising up and hitting itself against a dam. And she so desperately wanted to break the dam and fall over.
“Put your hands in my hair and steer my head whichever way you need,” he said, his words reverberating through her core to touch some deep, forbidden place inside of her that she didn’t know existed. “I’m yours to use as you wish, Jemima. Only yours.”
His blue eyes met her and she melted. Digging her fingers into his thick hair, she did as he said. She tugged and pulled, pressed and arched her hips up, chasing the rhythm he set, amplifying it to what she needed, on and on. Pain teased and sizzled at the edge of the aching fullness when he added a fourth finger and rocked them inside her.
“I have to get you ready for me,” he said, almost sounding sorry.
Fisting her hands into the sheets, Jemima licked her sweat-drenched lips and said, “Please, Adonis. Send me over. Whatever you give me, I take it willingly.”
And then there was no need for words. His mouth was on her clit, making the most scandalous sounds she had ever heard.
When he drew that bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked at it with his lips, she exploded. More colorfully and brightly than the Parade Day fireworks in the sky.
Pleasure rippled and spread through her and outward in concentric circles, making her core contract and expand in hungry spasms. On and on her orgasm went as he continued licking at her, and Jemima knew she would never be the same again.
CHAPTER TEN
IT FELT LIKEshe barely got air back into her lungs when Jemima felt the delicious weight of his whipcord body pressing her into the bed.
Every inch of her soft, plush curves was dimpled and smudged by his spectacularly muscled planes.
His mouth found hers for a slow, deep kiss and filled her with her own tart taste, spinning her anew into another plane. “You unravel at my hands with such abandon, Jemima. I want to do it all over just so I can watch again.”
The sudden drag of his hair-roughened chest against the sensitive tips of her breast made her gasp. “I didn’t know it could be that…heavenly. Or is it the mortal man I should be thankful for?”
He grinned. “I’m glad to have satisfied my queen.”
She colored at his teasing. His steely shaft poked at her thigh and she rubbed at it, anticipation making her tremble again. “I want my prize.”
“Shall I take you now, Princess, when you’re all sated and boneless like this? Or should I drive you to the edge again?”
“I want to come again,” she said, nipping at his lower lip. “But I want to do it with you inside me. Shall we be ambitious, my king, and try for that? I’ve heard that you have an inordinate amount of liking for impossible feats.”
