Page 147 of The King is Dead
“You want memorebecause I’m King?”
I shook my head and confusion shadowed his gaze. “I want you because you’remyKing,” I breathed.
Then, I couldn’t resist, I took his hands from my face and dropped to my knees in front of him, never breaking eye-contact. But that meant craning my head back to keep looking up at him when I got low.
“Tell me what to do,” I breathed. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”
His face went blank. He stared.
At first I thought I’d upset him. Then he spoke and his voice was a dark gravel, heavy with need. “You want anorder,mate?” he rumbled, the sound fluttering in my belly.
I licked my lips again and his eyes dropped to watch my tongue wet them. “Yes,” I breathed.
Melek leaned down, his pupils dilating until his bright eyes were almost black. “You want tosubmit,Yilan?” he rasped.
I nodded, my heart racing when he slid his fingers into my hair and gripped it, pulling through the carefully constructed twists until every clip and pin pinged to the floor. Then he grabbed fistfuls of it and tugged my head back.
“Well, I want you messy and flustered,” he growled, nipping at my neck before he reached down to pick me up from the floor.
I gave a little shriek because my stomach swooped when he lifted me so quickly. But as soon as I was on my feet, he was on me, his hands everywhere, tongue in my mouth, his breath fluttering across my cheek.
The sound of tearing fabric made me gasp, but I didn’t have time to think before he was tossing my destroyed clothing aside and had me in his arms again, lifting me to his chest and pulling me with him—not to the bed as I’d expected, but to the large chair in the corner of the room.
His shoulders heaved with his panting breath, but he went still again.
I swallowed. “Tell me what you want,Your Majesty.”
He groaned like a man dying, then sank into the chair, his knees wide. I knelt between his feet, then took him in my hands, marveling again at the size of him—though I was a little nervous too. I hadn’t done this much and now that I was face to face with him, I just prayed I could take enough to make it pleasurable for him.
I stroked him with both hands and his breath grew ragged. Then I looked up to find him staring down at me, eyes black and teeth bared… and that crown on his head.
Need bolted through me and I leaned over his lap keeping my elbows against my side so my breasts would stay up, then opened my mouth and licked the length of him from base to tip before putting him in my mouth.
Melek’s head snapped back and he muttered a curse. His legs twitched as I took as much of him as I could, stroking the rest of him with my hands. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but when his hands fisted in my hair and he groaned my name, I decided it didn’t matter, because he was enjoying it.
I circled the top of him with my tongue between sucks and felt very proud of myself when Melek gave a tortured groan. Yet soon, I was uncertain again. Should I just keep doing the same thing tocontinue to bring him pleasure? Or was I supposed to know… other tricks?
Slick, salty fluid leaked from him and his legs quivered as I kept at the task. Then he groaned and tipped his chin down again, pinning me with his eyes.
“I want your flesh slick,” he graveled. “And your voice breaking on my name. I want you so needy you forget you have a crown—are yousureyou want to submit to me, Yilan?”
I came off him to answer, meeting that dark gaze with a fluttering in my heart. “I’m sure.”
He went still, his eyes gleaming with lust. Then his hands yanked out of my hair and he leaned forward, sweeping me up bodily and pulling me into his lap.
I giggled like a girl and would have been mortified, but Melek growled, then spread my legs and pulled me onto him in a single thrust.
I groaned and shuddered as he fisted his hands in my hair again, pulling my head down to whisper in my ear, his voice ragged and hoarse.
“Let go. Sit back. Stop touching me.”
When I hesitantly did as he said, taking my hands from his shoulders, Melek pulled me against him, driving into me in sharp thrusts, his fingers clawed in my hair pulling me backwards as he leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his wide open mouth.
I cried out, trembling and jerking when the bolts of pleasure crackled through me. But every time I reached for him, he hissed at me to let go. So I was left sitting on him, arched back, arms loose and dangling.
Still, I panted, aching deep in my core, needinghimmoreevery time he withdrew.
I started rising on my knees so I could sink to meet him, to increase the contact, but he growled again.
