Page 135 of The King is Dead
“I’m sorry you’re frightened.”
“I’m upset that you’re not,” I muttered.
“I know the risks, Melek. I’m not ignoring them.” She had cupped her hands around my wrists and was now stroking slowly up my arms, towards my shoulders. “But I believe in you. I believe in us. And I see the vision that we’re fighting for. I believe we’re going to make it.”
Her hands drew softly across my shoulders, then up to my jaw where she cupped my face, both thumbs stroking my cheeks, her nails catching on my stubble.
Those simple touches were fire in my belly. My skin was ignited. And the soft smile on her face, thecertaintyin her gaze…
As she pulled me down, I groaned and let myself sink onto her body, settling between the warmth of her inner thighs, and rolling my hips to slide against her.
She bit her lip and her chin tipped up, but I didn’t take her yet, so she was huffed with irritation.
“Melek,” she breathed as I lowered one elbow to the pillow over her shoulder and cupped the top of her head with my hand.
“Yes?”
“The only danger right now is that I might castrate you out of sheer frustration.”
I chuckled and pressed myself harder against her, sliding against that nub that made her breath quicken and her skin flush hot. When I eased back down, her knees drew up as she rolled her hips andtried to take me when I slid forward. But I was playing, teasing, trembling with sheer need—and enjoying feeling her grow frantic for me.
Her cheeks flushed and sweat prickled her brow. She writhed under me, her nails digging more sharply into my shoulders and back as she pulled me in. But I was fighting my own need for her now, too. Knowing that when this began, it wouldn’t last because we were both aching and needy.
“Melek…please.”
“Please, what?” I asked her breathlessly, grinning, our eyes still locked.
“You know what,” she snapped through her teeth.
I added greater pressure and slid against her a little faster on the next roll. Her chin tipped back again and her teeth gritted, but she didn’t ask again.
I’d planned to get her shaking and begging, then plunge into her and ride her right to her climax, but then something in her eyes softened. She reached for my face, dragging her fingers through the shaved sides of my hair, letting her nails scrape my scalp and I groaned at the delicious tingles that rippled down my spine to meet the pleasure we were creating much lower.
“I love you, Melek,” she whispered, her eyes still wide and locked on mine. “I love you with every fiber of my being. And Ineedyou.” Her eyes shone like she might cry and my body jolted.
Oh God, that wasn’t playing fair.
“I love you too, so much, Yilan. It terrifies me what might happen—”
“Stop thinking about that,” she whispered, straining to lift her head and kiss her way along my jaw, which shifted the angle at which our bodies met, and sent goosebumps racing down my neck and side.
Unable to resist, I clamped a hand to the back of her neck and held her against me there, groaning as she opened her mouth on my throat and sucked, marking me.
Punching a hand to the pillow to brace myself, arching my back and holding her to me, I was overcome, my entire skin alight with need and tingling thrills, my belly burning for her and my balls drawing up tight as my cock thickened.
She gasped when I almost took her and her mouth opened, but I was still holding her there, still arched back and pulling her upagainst my chest, pinning her to me. Her arms were wrapped around me, her nails digging into my back. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Drawing my hips back, I breathed her name, then entered her, taking her in a single, slow slide, marveling as she trembled and whimpered, rolling her hips to meet me and suddenly we were one.
The cord that existed in my chest, the link with her, glowed bright but then went slack. I gasped as I drew out of her—but then the bond whipped from her to me, looping around my heart and pulling tight, pulling me to her, drawing me down and in, and impossibly, perfectly within her.
I sank with her to the bed, groaning her name as I took her again and she gasped mine. The bond hummed and tightened, pulling so tightly that it seemed my heart would pull out from between my ribs to join hers. I could barely breathe, my body shaking with pleasure and shock as we moved together.
There was no space between us. Her limbs curled around me, my weight pinning her to the bed. No way to tell where I stopped and she began. And no disconnect—as I thought about leaving her body only to plunge back in, she braced against my shoulder and moved with me, crying out in joy when I slammed to the hilt and owned her.
The sensations were overwhelming, my need for herconsuming.That cord between us yanked tight as we were plunged into a flurry of need, thighs slapping, voices crying. I took a fistful of her hair to ground myself, and felt her nails dig into my back like talons.
We barely moved, our bodies writhing as one, as if it was the love within that rocked and plunged and drove us forward.
