Page 42 of His Dark Delights
With a hungry snarl, Ren plunged his face between my thighs. He ran his tongue over my glistening sex before targeting my clit. His mouth converged on me without a barrier this time, devouring and savoringme with a frightening and delightful frenzy. The sensations crashing through me would linger in my memories forever, and I’d crave them again and again for as long as I lived.
A gentle climax rippled through me. Goosebumps flared over my skin and my back arched off the floor as I rocked my hips into his mouth, riding out the mellow waves of pleasure. That orgasm felt like love, and I hated myself for enjoying it so damn much.
At the sound of buttons popping through fabric, I opened my heavy lids. Ren was shoving down his pants and bowing over my spread body. His cock bobbed free, and anticipation for the straining girth thrilled through me. His body fell over mine, perfectly fitted together. He rocked his erection over the slick groove of my slit. A startled, needy yelp punched from my lips and my legs quivered around his hips.
His hot breath tickled my lips. “Kiss me like you love me, Lilly.”
“I can’t,” I whined, turning my head away.
Ren collared a hand over my throat, using his powerful fingers to hold my face in place. A desperate groan unlike any sound he’d ever made before broke through him—half a growl and half a pained sob. “Then kiss me like you hate me. Just fucking kiss me.”
I did. My lips crashed into his, and we shared the next breath. His fingers flexed on my neck, careful of my airway but reminding me he remained in control despite my submission. Then his other hand hooked under my knee, shoving it into my chest.
Ren’s throbbing bare cock slipped in wonderfully, perfectly, beautifully. I was so wet he easily impaled me, despite his massive length. A satisfied sound escapedhim as he sank into the depths of my walls. And my pussy sucked him ever deeper, as if welcoming him home.
The bastard was alluring, magnetic, commanding. I couldn’t escape my feelings for him or my body’s reactions, even if I was on the other side of the world. He was too tangled in my soul now to escape him. It took tremendous effort not to throw myself into his embrace and completely give in.
I was breathing fast, breasts rising and falling with every thrust and skimming over the tickling hair on his chest. His mouth made a meal of mine, biting my lips, sucking on my tongue, and inhaling the air from my lungs. I needed the taste of him, and the feel of his crushing weight ingrained in my mind for all the days to come.
Ren pressed closer, rolling his body over mine. Delicious ribbons of pleasure coiled through my belly and shot through my clit.
He demanded against my lips, “Come for me, Lilly. Come for your king.”
I turned my face away despite the fingers holding me firm. “You’re no king of mine.”
With a frustrated growl, he slammed his hips into me harder. “You will come for me. You’re mine and mine alone. Now come for your king, Lilly. Let me feel that pretty pussy gushing on my cock.”
Each punishing thrust sent me higher and higher into the heavens of irresistible bliss. Ren reached every secret, needy spot inside of me that was sensitive to the pleasure he provided. Even if I tried to fight it, it was too late. A surge, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed through my body, quaking my limbs.
I came again—so violently that I saw stars behind my eyes.
A broken, frustrated whine vented through my lips as my pussy obeyed the king’s command. Those unbidden noises morphed into shrill, shuddered gasps as aftershocks rocked through me, shaking my limbs.
Ren gasped into my mouth, holding me tight as his cock jetted his release deep into my core. I felt each jerk and twitch from his cock through his endless orgasm. When he began to pull out, he rammed back in with a stuttered exhale, as if surprised the pleasure hadn’t ended yet. He came long and hard, filling me so full the excess seeped out, dripping down his balls and onto the floor.
I didn’t have time to wrestle with my feelings or the pressure of Ren’s body flush with mine. I crushed down the tempest welling in my chest, savoring the golden afterglow with the man buried inside me. Instead of thinking about pain and sadness, I chose to relish his huffed breath against my neck and the light of dawn streaming through the window, highlighting his curls.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he rasped.
There would be time to think and plan later when my head cleared. For now, I’d cherish the moment with Ren in our liminal space where we could pretend. Here, I was his Queen of Flowers, and he was my loyal knight. Under that golden light of rising dawn, we were nothing more than fate-doomed lovers, and that was enough for both of us.
But Soren hadn’t said he loved me while on his knees, and even though he was proud, and he was the king, I couldn’t forget that—Iwouldn’tforget that.
Chapter Fifteen
Lilly
For half an hour we laid on the rug by the fire, unspeaking with legs entangled. Ren idly traced shapes over my body as though his fingers were a painter’s brush, and my bare flesh was his canvas. He seemed perfectly content to lie in silence with me while admiring the curves of my skin, the plane of my stomach, the swells of my breasts.
His touches weren’t lewd. They were tender, explorative, and intimate. Each glide of his finger took me back to the days and nights on the farm with him. It forced me to remember the pleasure we shared and the feelings that burdened my soul.
Perhaps he needed that moment. A king who needed time to rest his weary head from the weight of his crown. He wanted me to be his peace and solitudein a place where the world rested on his shoulders. That was what I’d been on the farm, and that was why he summoned me.
Soren couldn’t truly love me for me, and he never would. I was a lovely respite from his problems, and nothing more.
He caught me by surprise when he curled a hand into my hair and pulled my face close to his. It made my heart backflip when he caught my lips in a swift, tender kiss—tender like a wound that would leave me bruised.
His Majesty rose from the floor, tucking himself back into his pants. The dark line of hair down his stomach held my attention the entire time. Only when he cleared his throat could I peel my eyes from the mouthwatering display of his body.
