Page 133 of A Reign of Roses
I sat up, a little rattled. A little ashamed. “Of course, yeah.” I tried not to look at the way the strap of her nightdress had slipped and exposed her nipple. “What is it you want to try?”
Arwen shimmied up against the pillows and brought the thin silk strap back up, concealing her breast. I breathed more evenly.
“I’ve noticed you like to maintain control,” she said. “When we’re in bed.I think we should try the opposite.”
I recoiled, examining her.
“Just once,” she amended, as if concerned formywell-being.
But a sickening thought was clanging through my mind.You’ve done things to her she hasn’t liked. Demanded too much. Allowed your obsession with her to—
“No, no, Kane—” Arwen grasped my hands in hers, her brows pulling together urgently at whatever was bare across my face. “Not for me. I love— I wouldn’t change—” She shook her head. “I want to do this foryou. I think you might find it…freeing.”
“Sure,” I said, a little weakly, the thought of forcing myself on her still acrid on my tongue. “Whatever you want, I’m game for.”
Arwen brushed a gentle hand across my face and I closed my eyes with the touch.
“Lie down,” she instructed.
I did so, and fluffed a pillow behind me to my comfort before spreading myself wide across the bed. My shirt had come off the minute we’d crashed into the bedroom, and my pants as well. I was bare save for my breeches.
Arwen’s hair looked like caramel in the glimmer of soft candlelight. She moved to sit on her knees between my legs and ran her fingers over my thighs tortuously slowly. When she drifted a single finger across my low waist, I bucked up toward her.
She released a devious smile—a flash of white in the night-covered room. “Must I tether you to this bed, my king?”
Gods have mercy.“I’ll be good.”
Arwen seated herself more comfortably between my legs and brought her hand up to her breast. My cock tensed as she squeezed, her cheeks flushing, that evil little strap slipping down her shoulder once more. Her hand was so small, cupping herself. So delicate as she rubbed her own nipple softly. I made a low noise I didn’t recognize.
My mind blanked as she brought her other hand underneath the hem of the silky fabric. I could only imagine how her fingers brushed between her legs.
I lay there helplessly as she circled in no rush at all, her breaths a little ragged. The only contact her folded legs between my own. Her eyes had shut, her beautiful lips parted, and I couldhearthe sound of her arousal. The wet, slick noises as she played with herself for me. I needed to drag my tongue across that wetness more than I needed my heart to keep beating.
And the fucking useless nightdress—I’d shred it with my teeth.
“Take it off,” I said roughly.
“You’re not supposed to be making demands,” Arwen said, eyes fluttering open.
“I’m a little beside myself.” An attempt at a joke, but it came out all too sober.
Arwen, flushed by her own ministrations, obliged, pulling the silk fabric up and over her head.
And the view…Exquisite. On her knees, fully bare, those heaving breasts pointed and full. Flushed cheeks and ripe, ready center glistening as she spread her legs wider for me. Arwen watched me study her, my breath husky and uneven.
My restraint was eroding. My erection painful and pleading forsome relief. I was lightheaded, unable to bear another minute, anothersecond,when I could see clearly her own need dripping down her smooth thighs.
You need to wind down. You are practically hissing your breaths, you lascivious bastard.
As if she could tell the pain I was in, Arwen pulled me free of my breeches and my cock sprang forth, swollen and heavy and beading moisture from the head.
“So beautiful,” she murmured, appraising me.
“You have no idea,” I said, watching her wet, round lips part and her tongue swipe across them.
My body twitched with ruinous need, the desire, and the difficulty of staying still, oscillating across me. Arwen didn’t seem to care. She parted herself with one hand and ran her now-soaking fingers across that spot she craved. A soft moan slipped from her lips.
The sound that came out of me was crude. Debased. My mind—emptyas she trailed her hand lower and slid a finger inside herself.
