Page 62 of The King is Dead
“Yilan… I have to know if you’re true.”
“I’ve told youeverything.”
His forehead lined and he groaned, his body shuddering as we moved in unison, the bond pulsing in time, light blazing between us. I couldn’t have looked away from his eyes if I’d wanted to.
He dropped one hand from my hair, gripping the furs over my head, his jaw dropping and his arm trembling as he braced.
He was going to come.
“Yilan…God, don’t ever leave me—”
“I won’t!” I gasped. “Don’t turn your back on me!”
And then, as he tilted his hips and sought me, my pleasure peaking.
Unable to resist, I locked both arms behind his neck and pulled myself up, taking his mouth, delving, tangling tongues and groaning as a frayed cry broke in his throat and one hand came up to cup the back of my head, holding me into the kiss.
My entire body was alight, my skin prickling, my blood afire. Ineededhim, and with every thrust, he pushed me higher. Every touch sent tingling pleasure that danced across my skin to dive deep inside and meet the glorious bliss he was wrenching from me from within.
I pulsed, and he growled.
He would have turned his head, but I gripped his hair and kept him there, our lips hovering, breaths rushing, both of us trembling.
And in a final, terrifying risk, I reached for his mind, almost weeping when he was open to me, and showed him every image I could conjure of my surrender to him—my body in his hands, his body within me, my utter helplessness against loving him.
Mine… you’re mine.
Oh, how I yearned to say those words in his mind. But whenever I linked with him, it was as if some invisible barrier stood between us. Was it because he still didn’t fully trust me?
The fragile thoughts faded when Melek shuddered. The rush of his approaching climax skated down my spine and ignited the fire for mine.
We both cried out, desperate, frantic, rocking together as that wave of pleasure crested, then crashed over us.
He bellowed and I swallowed it, holding him to me, my breath stopping utterly, as my body snapped and twitched and my cries mingled with his ragged roar.
We slumped, panting. I had tears in my eyes with relief and joy. His body shook as he pressed me down into the bed, groaning, and almost lost his feet. Picking me up, Melek held me to him as he crawled up onto the mattress, then collapsed over me, arms curled over my head, our legs tangled, and our hearts… thrumming.
Together.
He kissed me, open mouthed, shaking, clinging to me, his breath breaking as he tilted his head and took my mouth like he wasowning me all over again. I reveled in it, locked both arms behind his neck and held him into the kiss.
When he finally drew back, just far enough to meet my eyes, his hair messy and tangled, his warrior’s length twisting against his shoulder, I stroked his face and smiled, almost crying with relief and sheer joy.
He still trembled from head to toe, still searched my eyes… but that resistance was gone. The wall between us finally torn down.
I combed his hair back from his face with my fingers, tucking the longer strands behind his ears and stared deep into his eyes.
“Tell me,” I whispered.
His brows pinched down over his nose and his gaze was clouded, but he hadn’t let me go. “I cannot see my way through this. I do not know how to lead one nation, let alone two.” My heart sank, but he shook his head. “I also cannot let you go. Ican’t.If God put us together I have to believe there is a reason for that. So you better start praying, my dear, because this is going to get very fucking hairy. But we will meet it together.”
I’d been preparing so long for his rejection it took a second for the words to land as he stared at me, fires still blazing in his.
My eyes went wide. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure that you’re my mate, decided by God, and that I will not leave you. Yes.”
I was holding my breath. “And the crown?”
