Page 94 of The King is Dead
But before I could suggest we move to his room and the larger bed there, he groaned and lowered himself over me, pinning me to the mattress, his weight pressing me down so I was covered withhim.I inhaled sharply as his lips found mine and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him against me, my breath hot and mingling with his as we both clawed and kissed and writhed.
Soon, I’d forgotten about anything but the tingling joy fluttering in my belly. I curled one knee up over his hip, sliding my heel down his thigh and letting my head fall back when he kissed his way down my neck.
Melek’s hips continued a long, slow roll, rubbing himself against my stomach as he kept me pinned to the bed, his lips and tongue teasing the sensitive skin below my ear on one side, while he braced on an elbow over my shoulder on the other.
Then he brought a hand down, following the curve of my breast, then my waist as he leaned to one side—then squawked when his elbow slipped and he almost fell off the bed.
I gasped and grabbed for him, my hands slapping to his shoulders as he caught his weight awkwardly, then pushed himself back up and over me.
But now he was a fraction too high on the bed, his head knocking the headboard when he tried to reposition himself, cursing when it thunked against the hardwood.
I spluttered a laugh and his eyes blazed, but his grin grew cheeky as he muttered something to himself, sat back on his heels and let his eyes rake down my body—his long arm reaching for me, fingertips trailing from my collarbone, down over my nipple which he caught under clawed fingers, then down the sensitive, ticklish skin of my side.
I squeaked and jerked, pulling my elbow against my side to pin his fingers there and stop the torture of tickles—but Melek only grinned wider and dug his fingers into my ribs so that I jerked again, instinctively pulling up my knee to try and block his access to my side.
It was unfortunate that happened just as he was leaning down to kiss me again, because my knee took him right at the head of his cock.
“Melek! Sorry!” I gasped as he grunted and wheezed, pulling his body aside to put room between us—but then he almost tipped off the other side of the bed.
One long arm awkwardly flailed, and I spluttered another laugh as his hip slid off the bed and he was forced to clamp his arm over me, his hand locked on the opposite edge of the mattress to pull himself back up.
By now, I was giggling wildly.
“You think this is funny?” he muttered.
I tried to say no, tried to reassure him, but then he found his balance and immediately grabbed for my sensitive side again, twirling his fingers against my ribs so that I cackled and jerked and we almost twisted off the bed again.
“Stop! Stop!” I gasped. “Start again, just—”
“Not on your life,” Melek growled. But then all the delicious sensations stopped as he pushed himself back up to kneel again and look down at me.
I was still giggling breathlessly, with him staring like that, I couldn’t resist drawing my hand slowly across both my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I passed over them, and grinning broadly when Melek’s eyes went wide as he watched the passage of my hand across my own skin.
Then he grabbed my legs at the knees and pulled me down the bed. Tipping forward to hold his weight on one braced arm, he teased the other hand up my inner thigh, raising gooseflesh and tingling pleasure on his way. Then he curled first one, then two fingers into me so that I shivered and my knees fell apart to give him better access.
“God, Yilan,” he croaked, inhaling sharply, his eyes going dark.
“I w-want you, Melek. Let’s go to your room where there’s space—”
“Absolutely not,” he growled.
“But—”
I gasped again when he muttered something aboutwasting no more time, then wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up, turning me and himself on the bed.
At first I thought he’d sit me on top, facing him, and a part of me was thrilled. But as he scooted himself back up the bed and knelt with his back to the headboard, he turned me around so my back was to his chest and settled me on this thighs. Sliding hands between my legs, he widened my knees so I was kneeling too.
A part of me sank a little. I was sure it would feel good, but I’d been looking forward to filling my hands with him, leaning into his chest and smelling his skin.
But to my surprise, Melek didn’t sit like he had up in the tower.
With quiet, murmured words and gentle but firm hands, he pressed a hand between my shoulder blades to bend me forward until I was on all fours on the bed and he knelt behind me.
I knew this one felt good, so I gripped the quilt in both hands and waited for him to take me, looking back over my shoulder to watch him… and found him on his knees. He reached for my hips and spread my knees wider then, positioning himself, pulled me back onto him.
When he touched my slick skin, sliding himself up and down, I closed my eyes, groaning quietly when he hesitatedright there.
“Do it, Melek,” I breathed, nudging back against him. “Please.”
