Page 293 of A King's Oath

He pushed his pants and briefs down, revealing all that she wanted and all that she was suddenly a little concerned about. She had stretched after Brahmi’s birth. Would it feel the same? Be the same? For him as well as for her?

In her self-rant, she didn’t realise he had moved and now stood right in front of her, in her direct line of sight. His body bent over her and she heard the telltale filling of her glass. He straightened, his finger nudging her chin up — “Not all the way.”

“You keep saying that.”

“I mean it… fuck!” His hand moved to the back of her neck as she reached for him. “Raje!”

Avantika grinned, in control again, using her hand to stroke him.

“Do you still like this?” She fondled him with one hand, using the other to stroke up. His teeth gritted, eyes on her — “The last time somebody did this was you, so do the math.”

“I was awesome at math,” she reached up and kissed him, opening her mouth for a long swipe.

“A-va!” He groaned, pulling her back by her hair. “I want to make you feel good.”

“I am feeling good.”

His hand wrapped around hers and he gently unclasped her fingers from around him. Before she could pout, he stepped inside the tub and pulled her between his legs, her back to his chest. She relaxed in his hold.

“How good?” His fingers trailed down the slope of her neck, nails scraping the space under her ear that he knew reached parts deep inside of her. She bucked. He chuckled, taking water from the tub and dripping it down the same line his fingers had trailed.

“How long will you draw this out?”

“I have eight years’ worth of debts to recover,” his mouth settled in that space and opened for a warm, wet kiss. She shuddered. His slow was his kryptonite. He knew how his nails scraping, his breath blowing, his mouth tasting and then retreating made her writhe. Writhe in the literal sense of the word.

Avantika turned in place and straddled him — “Quick!”

He circled one arm around her to keep her from falling off his legs and used the other to pick up her glass. He tipped it up his lips, unaffected.

“Samarth…” she whined.

“You are not a single Mama right now with our baby waiting outside,” he set her glass on the rim of the tub and pulled her closer, their hips slamming together. She gasped, her mouth falling open as the full force of those words hit her. Samarth’s fingers came to push the tendrils of hair behind her ear, caressing the side of her face — “You are my Ava right now.”

Her throat clogged. “Don't make me cry. I am not a crier.”

“I intend to make you cry,” his fingers trailed down her face, down her neck, to her breast. He squeezed her nipple, gently. Her mouth opened again, eyes on his, feeling so much more than just physical intimacy with him again.

“I intend to make you cry loud and hard,” Samarth trailed his fingers down her torso and to her lower belly, caressing thewelted skin there before pushing his fingers down and inside her. Fully. She screamed, pushing her mouth into his shoulder and biting down.

“Tender?”

“It’s been a while.”

“You don’t penetrate?”

“Sometimes I do… but not always.”

His fingers softened, and pulled back. She clamped her thighs, as much as she could with the way he had spread her. “Don’t stop.”

“I am not stopping.”

His fingers pulled back and he went in slower again, using his thumb to soften the assault. She had once loved this siege of his — sudden, all at once. She still loved it. Her hips began to gyrate and move of their own accord.

“Oooh!” Her head fell back, inviting his mouth to her breasts. He laved his way from one to the other, his other hand reaching for her leg and stroking down to the space behind her knee. With those pressure points activated, she felt her body begin to tighten — “Samarth, it’s happening!”

“Let it happen.”

“You too!”

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