Page 126 of Poisoned Kingdom
‘Exactly like this,’ he said, no longer pleading. ‘Now tilt your hips and grab your knees.’
His voice was a command now, firm and possessive. Never before had I allowed a lover to speak to me like this while his head dove between my thighs. Never before had I allowed a lover to dominate me. And yet, with him, it was perfection—to be at his mercy, to trust him with this much of me.
Rey’s breath teased my sensitive skin when he whispered another command. ‘Tell me what you want.’
My blush heated my exposed skin.He wants me to talk? Now?
‘Tell me,’ he repeated, and this time he pinched my nipple—just enough to make me gasp.
A startled yelp escaped my lips, and something inside me snapped free.
‘Taste me,’ I whispered, breath ragged. ‘Take me. Fuck mehard.’ I arched beneath him as his hand covered my sex, his thumb circling my clit with slow, deliberate pressure. ‘Oh yes,yes. I need you to fuck me, Rey.Please.’
‘That’s my little killer,’ he growled, voice thick with lust. ‘I like it when you beg . . . Do it again. I want to hear my name on your lips again before I lose myself in you.’
Sweat gleamed at his temple. His fingers flexed against my thighs as he lowered his head between them, every movement agonizingly controlled. And then—gods help me—his tongue parted me.
I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t need preparation, that I was already aching for him. But when his lips sealed around me, tongue sliding between the folds, all I could do was scream, clamping my legs around his head.
‘Reynard!’ I cried as he pried my thighs apart again, eyes lifting to meet mine, searching for permission. ‘Please,’ I gasped. ‘Do it again.Don’t stop.’
A wicked smile curled at his lips.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured, then licked me again—slow and devastating. ‘Say my name again.’
He sucked gently on my clit, and my entire body jolted, the pleasure so sharp it stole the breath from my lungs.
‘Please. . . Rey . . . fuck me,’ I panted. ‘I’m ready. I’m so—soready.’
A dark, satisfied chuckle vibrated against me, sending sparks shooting through every nerve.
‘Not yet,’ he said, voice like velvet over steel. ‘A queen must be patient. Take your pleasure, Sanika. Show your warrior how to worship you.’
He’s going to kill me. It’s too much—but gods above, I’ll die happy,I thought.Breathe, Sana . . . Fuck, it’s too much!
My hips moved, my mind falling apart under his lashing tongue. Reynard was methodical and merciless, alternating between long, languid strokes and sucking on my sensitive bud. He waged a war with my pleasure, determined to pillage it all before he conquered me. My legs shook violently, but I refused to give in, edging myself until the strength to resist washed away.
‘Oh no, Viper,’ he growled, his groan vibrating against me just as his hand smacked my arse. ‘Don’t you dare hold back.’
The world disappeared into ecstasy, and I screamed out his name, so overwhelmed that tears flowed down my cheeks.
‘My beautiful Sanika,’ he murmured. ‘You’re finally ready for me.’ He stalked forward, every movement exuding control andpurpose. ‘Now wipe those tears away because I haven’t finished with you yet.’
He gripped my knees, spreading me wide, settling between them with the focus of a man claiming something holy. The heat between my legs still pulsed from the last peak of pleasure, and I was barely back in my body when he slid the tip of his cock through my soaked folds.
‘Look at me, sweet poison,’ he said. ‘I want to drown in your eyes when I take you.’
I forced myself to open my eyes, locking onto his gaze like it was my only tether to reality. My body trembled, not from fear but from sheer, aching need.
‘You’re mine, Roksana,’ he said, pressing into me with slow, relentless pressure. ‘And here or beyond the Veil, I’ll always be yours.’
He stretched me wide, filled me to the point of delirium—he was not just long, butthick—the kind of fullness that that bordered on unbearable. But gods, it felt divine.
A moan tore from my throat as I writhed, hips rolling to take him deeper until he pinned me down with one hand, holding me still.
‘Too much?’ he asked, voice tight with restraint.
I shook my head, breathless. ‘Just right—but gods, I need you tomove.’
