Page 124 of Poisoned Kingdom
A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
This was my choice, my decision on how far I would take this, and gods, I wanted it all. The darkness that had sat heavily in my chest since the ceremony melted, dissolving in the heat of his gaze. My sins and pain may have been stripped bare, but so too had my feelings for this giant of a man.
It was Reynard I thought of when everything else fell apart. He was my shelter, a safe port in the storm, and I wanted him to unravel under my touch.
Tension filled the air, fuelled by the heat building in my body, an unfulfilled desire driving me onwards.
‘I won’t be gentle,’ I said, pulling off his shirt. ‘Or shy,’ I added when he moved, letting me drag the fabric away.
He held back, a soft growl escaping his lips as I lay my hands on his chest. They looked small and pale, contrasting sharply with his tanned skin. The hard muscle flexed beneath my touch, and I spread my fingers, diving into soft, dark hair, the alluring pattern that begged to be caressed.
‘I can take it,’ he said, his gaze trailing after my hands as they slid down to his stomach.
‘Can you?’ I chuckled, accepting the challenge, loving Rey’s groan as his hips bucked before he forced himself to still. His muscles tensed as I traced the hairline that narrowed the lower I went until it disappeared into the waistband of his trousers.
‘May I, my king?’ I bit my lower lip in a coy smile.
The swift lift of his hips made me laugh again. Reynard was as keen as I for this exploration to continue, his gaze begging me to pull down his trousers.
‘I’ll take that as a yes, averyenthusiastic yes,’ I said, already working the loosened belt. My hands moved fast, tugging at the waistband, eager to see what waited for me.
His cock sprung out, making me gasp before a nervous chuckle escaped me. I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling him pulse and swell with the first gentle stroke.
‘You have a lot to give, Your Majesty,’ I said, shifting closer to him, adjusting my grip. Like everything else about him, he was large. But with a bit of effort, I could accommodate him.
‘I’m sure my Viper won’t shy away from the challenge,’ he breathed, his eye squeezed shut, moaning quietly when I stroked him again.
Watching this powerful man come undone at my touch was intoxicating. I couldn’t help but smile.
‘I think I like you,’ I said, my finger trailing over the thick vein on his shaft. ‘I think I like youa lot. And I bet you taste divine.’
‘Perun, give me strength . . . Sana,please. . .’
His voice cracked on my name, breath trembling, body tense. His breathy moan when I wrapped my fingers around him tighter and slid my hand down only encouraged me. The bed creaked ominously, and when I looked up, I saw Rey grasping the headboard like his life depended on it, the wood bowing in his grasp.
How much control does he have?I wondered, my gaze not leaving those luscious bow-shaped lips.Will he snap if I take him in my mouth?
I bit my lip, heart racing, sending gentle tremors through my body. But the last of my fear melted like the first snow as I watched him. It vanished under the weight of his restraint—this man moaning softly with every stroke, every scrape of my nails, fighting his own instincts for my sake.
‘Roksana . . .’ he groaned, his hips rocking as he fucked my hand, ‘you’re testing my sanity.’
I didn’t know what aroused me more: that I was in control or that my touch unravelled him.
‘You call this testing?’ I purred, mischief mixing with the desire. ‘Grab that headboard a little tighter, Your Majesty. The real test is just beginning.’
Before he could answer, I bent down, taking the head of his cock in my mouth and swirling my tongue around the flared edge. His body shuddered, muscles spasming when, with deliberate slowness, I took him deeper, inch by inch, until the tip hit the back of my throat.
I liked the way he tasted, but more than that, I loved the sounds he made. Those deep, guttural moans were their own kind of music, and I wanted to get drunk on every note. My hand drifted between my legs, finding the sweet, aching place already pulsing with need.
At this rate, I was going to climax from the sheer pleasure of sucking him dry.
His shaft twitched in my mouth as the headboard creaked. My head moved with a slow, teasing rhythm while I moaned softly, using the vibration to heighten his pleasure. He was close—I couldfeelit in every tense muscle, every sharp breath.
Then a sharpcracksplit the air.
I startled, pulling back instinctively as Rey’s cock slipped from my lips. The headboard had shattered—solid oak, split clean in his grip. His eyes flicked from the ruined wood to me in disbelief, wild and blazing.
He’d broken the bed trying to hold himself back.
