Page 107 of Conspirators' Kingdom

He moved back up to meet her lips with his own, his slow kiss driving her mad. By the time he was again moving towards her breasts, she was a wild thing in his arms. He teased her oversensitive nipples, making her moan. She gripped the sheets between her fists as his kisses moved passed her navel.

“M-Meri?”

He stopped. “Trust me?”

She nodded. Whatever it was he was planning to do to her, he was convinced it would be pleasurable. He parted her thighs, kissing her from her knees down her inner thighs, his eyes flicking back to hers between every touch. When his lips finally met that hot, aching part of her, his tongue scalded her.

“F-fuck! Meri, what are you—”

But his tongue was on her again, wringing stunning pleasure from her as she cried out. As the pleasure built, all she could do was moan and writhe and pray it never stopped. But just before she reached the height of it, he stopped. She nearly wept. It was all Taisiya could do not to beg.

“Do you like that?”

She couldn’t speak, simply nodded her head as she panted.

“I thought you might.”

She couldn’t even begrudge him his smug smile as he bent his head back down and continued his indecent assault. As his tongue tortured her in the most pleasurable, maddening way, he slipped a finger inside her, and then another, stroking her until she thought she might come apart. And then she did, screaming his name as he viciously wrung more pleasure from her body than he had any right to. She bucked against his tongue, her thighs gripping his head as she rode the ebbing waves of ecstasy.

Exhausted and shaky, she locked eyes with him.

“Gods, Meri…” she said, her voice nearly hoarse.

“Again,” he growled, his eyes darkened by lust.

“What? I couldn’t—”

And yet his clever tongue proved she could. Mereruka dragged her back up to the pinnacle in half the time, her heart nearly exploding from her chest. By the time he was finished with her, her throat was raw from screaming his name. It would be a miracle if she ever managed to unlock her fingers gripping the sheets when it felt like they were the only thing keeping her tethered to the world of the living. Given how her heart was racing, they might be. When he looked up at her from between her thighs, his grin was pure, wicked triumph. He pulled her close.

“I want you to ride me. Think you’re up for it?”

She laughed.

“You’ve turned my bones to jelly, but I think I can manage.”

Taisiya crawled atop him, her core aching. His length in her hand, she teased him back, noting where she touched him that made him groan. It was a heady thing, this power to make him mad for her touch. She could get drunk on it.

“Taisiya,” he warned her, voice dark with need.

She smiled, arranging her deliciously limp body and guiding him into her, revelling in the feel of him sliding in, filling her. Gods, he was the perfect fit. Her hands braced on either side of his head, she bent to kiss him as she slid up and down the length of him. Their ragged breaths echoed out into the night between needy kisses that turned hotter the longer she rode him.

“Does this feel good?” he ground out between clenched teeth, his hands gripping her hips like a lifeline.

“Mmm.”

He released a shaky breath as she angled her hips, his next stroke making her moan.

“Hold tight,” he growled.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands sized her hips and he drove himself deep. Taisiya gasped. She ran her tongue along the shell of his ear, his next thrust making her see stars. Snarled words incomprehensible, he was wild and unrestrained, as lost as she. Just when she didn’t think she had the strength to continue, he ground the length of himself deeper and cried out her name in a guttural prayer.

They collapsed, gasping for breath. When her mind cleared from the fog of lust, she searched his face, tracing the designs there with the tip of her finger. His eyes were bright with adoration.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Taisiya.”

She beamed.

“Every woman knows post-coital compliments are meaningless.”

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