Page 89 of Wrathful King
The clock ticked in the background. Our breathing mixed and our hearts drummed in sync. “Forget our parents and grandparents. I want to enjoy you and our honeymoon.”
Her lips curved into a soft smile. “Maybe I can… ummm… dance for you?” Her cheeks turned so crimson that even her blonde strands appeared red. “Spice up our sex life.”
I grinned, all my worries fading away. “Our sex life is spicy enough, but I won’t ever say noto seeing you dance for me.”
I’d never cared much for it until she came along. With her, I’d dance through life with my eyes closed and I’d love every second of it.
31
REINA
Ididn’t know what possessed me to suggest it.
It was random, silly, and would likely end in me looking stupid. I’d never done anything of the sort, although I’d read about it plenty in Athena’s books. My cheeks were burning, adrenaline rushing through my veins with anticipation of his touch.
“Stand there,” Amon said, positioning me over by the small seating area in our bedroom suite. Nerves pricked my skin—the good kind. He hooked his cell up to his sound system. “Radio” by Lana Del Rey filled the room, setting off a romantic mood. “Any song with the word cinnamon is our song.”
He lowered himself into one of the chairs before me, spreading his thighs and smirking. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
I scoffed softly. “Are you sure? You might have a heart attack.”
The truth was I was nervous to let him see the scars. Every time his hands and eyes roamed my body, I feared he’d be disgusted by them. It was difficult to see myself through his eyes.
“I want to take my time drinking in every inch of your beautiful body before I devour you with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.”
I squeezed my legs together, a gush of liquid warmth flooding my panties. I raised my trembling fingers to the hem of my silky lingerie, working each button one at a time until the material dropped soundlessly to the ground.
Heat flared in his eyes, giving me the boost of confidence I needed. His gaze traveled lazily over my breasts. My nipples pebbled behind my sheer pink material and adrenaline sizzled through my veins, flicking a switch inside me.
Moving my body to the sultry beat of the song, I swayed my hips as I leaned forward, offering him a glimpse of my cleavage. Turning around, my hair cascaded down my back as I danced, the music loosening the tension in my muscles.
“Turn around,” he grunted, and I bit my lip as I did what he said.
His dark gaze burned my shoulders, my throat, my hips…my scars.
“They don’t repulse you?” I rasped.
“Cinnamon girl, there’s nothing about you that repulses me,” he murmured. “You’re even more beautiful than the first time I saw you. You never cease to take my breath away.” I released a shuddering exhale. “If you need proof…”
He lowered his eyes to his groin and I noticed the bulge in his jeans. I gulped, my heart skipping a beat.
Darting my tongue out to lick my lips, I let the sight of his arousal spur me on.
Amon’s eyes were like silk on my skin. Lowering to my knees, I crawled over to him, then placed my hands on his thighs to shimmy myself into a kneeling position. My hands trembled as I worked the buttons of his jeans. The outline of his long hard cock had me shuddering with excitement.
The best part: panic was nowhere to be found.
My eyes were glued to his groin, his black boxers veiling the outline of his cock. As if he could sense my uncertainty, he slipped his hand beneath the hem of his boxers and started stroking himself.
My lips parted and my insides liquified, orbiting me into an oasis filled with lust and desire. I leaned just far enough to let his cock brush against my soft breasts as he jerked himself off.
“Fuck, I want you so much,” he groaned, his eyes glued to my chest.
Liquid lust coiled in the pit of my belly. Sultry notes bounced off the wall, giving way to another, slower song. His cock came between my breasts and I leaned even closer, pushing them together.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he reached out, his fingers brushing against my sensitive nipples. One pump. Two pumps. “Sit on my lap. I want to taste you.”
He could easily yank me off my knees and set me on his lap, but I loved that he was giving me a choice. I rose to my feet and slid a leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him as requested. His tongue darted out, licking one of my nipples, and my pussy throbbed in response.
