Page 58 of The King is Dead
“Then let me fightwith you,”I breathed. Then I took a risk and dropped one hand down to stroke him through the cotton of his shirt, almost weeping with relief and joy when I felt him stiffening. Neither of us moved. I held my breath, staring at him,pleading.
Then he exhaled heavily and clearly something in him snapped, because with a low groan he dropped his gaze to look down, reaching for the buttons at my leathers. He traced it with one finger first and I pressed into his touch.
Then, finally, he took the button between thumb and forefinger and flicked it open. Then the next one, his breath whooshing out of him as he did it.
His touch when he pushed my leathers open gave such a rush of goosebumps and sensation, that I sucked in audibly, my heart pounding when he got my buttons undone and slid his hands into the waistband, then down, sliding the pants down my legs.
I wassograteful we hadn’t found trousers big enough to fit him yet.
Unable to resist, I dropped one hand down to the thick steel of his thigh muscle, then dragged it up, under the hem of his sleep shirt, letting my fingers trail along that flat plain under his navel.
I swallowed. “My mother always told me that when I bonded it was important to… work throughhardproblems together.”
A low, warning rumble began in his chest, but he slid a hand down to cup my ass and pull me against him so I could feel his arousal against me.
“What else did she say?” he rasped.
I swallowed. “She said…never go to bed angry.”
He grunted. “Then the bed is out.”
My stomach dropped as he picked me up and whirled me around. In two strides he had me pressed back against the wall next to the window so hard I gasped. But now we were eye to eye and his thick, broad chest heaved, pinning me so tightly I could barely breathe.
I reached down for him, but he held me so snugly, there was no way to get to him. So I unbuttoned the top of my jacket instead, pulling the sides apart awkwardly because he gave me no room to move.
His eyes glowed in the dark as he dropped them to look at my bared breasts pressed against his chest, then he snapped his eyes back up and watched my face as he rolled his hips, rubbing himself against my stomach.
Iyearnedfor him, but he was still fighting. So I kept my fingers curled into his hair and didn’t drop his gaze as he drew himself up and down against me.
Aching to have him inside me, I used both legs that were hooked around his waist to pull myself against him harder, rubbing myself onhim,and chuckling breathlessly when his pupils dilated even further.
I thought he’d kiss me, but he nipped instead—my lip, my chin. A low, rumbling growl began in his broad chest, vibrating deliciously against my nipples.
Then one hand came up to grasp the back of my hair that I’d drawn up into a top knot, and he pulled my head back so my chin was high and I was forced to look down my nose to meet his gaze.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle, Yilan,” he said, his voice a dark husk.
“I don’t need you gentle, Melek. I just need you.”
His breath grew shorter. Louder. Then he groaned and dropped his head to latch onto my throat, mouth open,sucking.
I clapped a hand to his broad shoulders, gasping as he started rocking, his chest rubbing against mine, his tongue laving my throat… and his thick length sliding against me so hard it made me shudder, riding the cusp of pain.
I was helpless in his arms, pinned hard against the wall, head held back, and body trembling with need, while Melek’s groan became a growl.
Every inch of my skin pebbled, every sense screamingmore,even as my heart feared he still might stop. But then he tilted his hips and almost took me, drawing over my core in a way that made my lungs stop.
He came off my neck with a rush of breath, but didn’t let me lift my head. Lifting his, instead, to stare down at me with those blazing eyes.
“Are you certain, Yilan? Certain that you want me? That you’ll take me forever—no matter how this shitshow might play out?”
“I’m certain,” I gasped, keeping my eyes on his even though they wanted to close with the pleasure he was already wringing from my flesh. “You’re my mate, Melek. My One.”
With a tormented howl, he let go of my hair, gripped the back of my neck with one hand, the back of my thigh with the other, tipped his hips and thrust into me, his entire, massive bodyshuddering.
My mouth dropped open and I stopped breathing as he filled me so fast and full, I felt him in the soles of my feet.
20. Fire to Burn the World
