Page 23 of The Demon King's Unruly Mate

He released my wrists, trailing kisses down my stomach as he moved lower. His eyes never left mine as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my slacks and dragged them down my legs. He followed the fabric with his mouth, pressing kisses to my thighs, my knees, my calves. Each touch was like a brand, marking me as his.

My breath caught as he leaned forward to nip the sensitive skin just above the fabric. His thumbs rubbed circles alongthe insides of my thighs, stroking closer to the ache building between my legs with each pass.

I whimpered as his tongue dipped down to trace the edge of my panties. Even through the thin fabric, his warm breath against my core sent heat spiraling through me. Then, slowly, torturously, he peeled the lace away, revealing me to his greedy gaze.

“Gods,” he purred, sliding down farther until he lay between my spread legs, his face inches from my pussy. “You’re going to taste so fucking sweet, aren’t you, Talia?”

He answered his own question with a lick that made me buck off the bed. His arms hooked under my thighs, drawing them over his shoulders as he buried himself between them. His tongue was merciless, circling my clit again and again as my gasps turned to moans.

“Kaz.” One hand fisted in the sheets while I gripped a horn to hold him against me. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

Kaz groaned, the vibration rippling through me as his fingers dug into my hips, locking me against him. Pleasure built, racing through me with every stroke of his clever tongue. Gods, it was too much, it wasn’t nearly never enough, I needed more.

He must have sensed it, because one finger circled my entrance before easing inside, curling upward. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my throat, the little whimpers and moans as he licked and sucked and pumped inside me.

“Come for me, Talia,” Kaz demanded, his voice muffled against my skin. “Let me feel you come apart.”

I was close, so close, balanced on the knife’s edge of pleasure when his lips sealed around my clit and sucked hard. I reached blindly for him, needing something to anchor me as the wave crested.

He caught my hand and laced our fingers together, his gold eyes locking with mine over the curve of my body. His thumbstroked over my knuckles while he devoured me, a gesture so unexpectedly gentle while he did such filthy things with his mouth. That connection, his strength anchoring me while his tongue claimed me, was what finally pushed me over.

I cried out his name, squeezing his hand tight as I came. He worked me through it, each swirl of his tongue drawing another pulse of pleasure, until I was a shaking mess on the bed.

I collapsed back, utterly boneless. Kaz pressed a lingering kiss to my inner thigh, the heat of his mouth sending one last shiver through me. He kept our fingers twined together as he moved up my body, his weight settling against me as he brought his lips to mine.

He kissed me deeply, and I moaned as I tasted whiskey and my own arousal. The combination made my head spin more than drinks alone. I nipped at his lower lip, soothing the sting with my tongue.

“Smug looks terrible on you,” I lied, my voice still breathless.

He laughed, and the sound warmed me from the inside out. “Liar.”

“Perhaps.” I wiggled, feeling his cock press hard against me even through the barrier of his jeans. “But I need to wipe that smirk off your face.”

His fingers curled in my hair, and a gentle tug tilted my head back to expose my throat. His mouth trailed along the column of my neck, setting my pulse pounding against his lips.

“Can you blame me?” he murmured against my skin. “To have my queen begging for my mouth and my fingers?”

I pressed my hips against him, rolling against the bulge straining his fly as I nipped his earlobe. “And do you want to fuck your queen?”

His chuckle was rough and ragged against my skin. “Gods, Talia. What sort of question is that?”

“Is that a yes?” I asked innocently, reaching between us to palm his cock through his jeans. “Tell me, Kaz. Do you want to bury your cock inside me?”

With a quick movement, I flipped our positions, straddling his hips as he looked up at me with surprise and hunger. I’d had lovers before—discreet, carefully vetted males who knew to keep their mouths shut about bedding the princess. None of them had made me feel like this. None of them had looked at me the way Kaz did, like I was something precious and wild all at once.

I rocked against his throbbing erection, and he let out a strangled groan. My wetness coated the rough denim of his jeans, making me shudder with fresh desire.

“You’re still dressed,” I observed, running my hands down his chest. “That seems terribly inconvenient.”

“By all means,” he ground out, hands settling on my hips and thumbs tracing circles on my bare skin, “remedy the situation.”

I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing inch by inch of taut red skin stretched over lean muscle. My tongue darted out, following the path of my fingers. Salt and smoke, spice and smoky lust, filled my nose and danced on my tongue as I raked my nails lightly down his sides.

He hissed at the sensation, but didn’t pull away. His skin was fire to the touch, but gods, I wanted more. Needed more.

A faint scar snaked across his side, and I traced it with my tongue. He tensed under me, and I held him down as I nibbled the edge.

“Too much?” I murmured against his skin, looking up through my eyelashes to find him watching me with undisguised desire.

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