Page 56 of Crown of Storm and Silence
The throne that appears behind her is carved from midnight stone and cushioned in silk the color of shadows. She sinks onto it with unconscious grace, her thighs parting slightly as she watches me with eyes dark with desire, breathing heavily. That's my Nesilhan, my beautiful Light Court assassin, ready to be spread open and fucked, utterly and completely.
The sight of her spread across my throne—naked, glowing, completely at my mercy—sends a surge of primal satisfaction through my veins. This is how it should be. This is how it always should have been. My wife, my queen, in my domain, surrendering to the darkness that lives in my soul. My shadows expand around the throne, spreading everywhere, dimming the whole place into darkness.
"You're such a fucking good girl,hatun, you obey your husband so eagerly," I praise, and watch with savage satisfaction as her pupils dilate, her breathing hitching at the simple words. She responds to praise like a flower turning toward sunlight, and I file that knowledge away for later use. Her chest falls and rises in rapid movement, her nipples like pebbles.
I drop to my knees before her with deliberate ceremony, my hands settling on her thighs. The power dynamic is intoxicating—me kneeling in supplication while she sits on my throne, yet we both know who truly holds the control here. I spread her legs wide and lower myself down to her intoxicating scent, seeing her perfect pink and glistening pussy on display for me. Fuck, the sight of her dripping cunt shatters me in that moment.
"Now tell me," I command, my voice rough with want, "Do you want me to feast on that sweet pussy of yours?
Her breath catches, color flooding her cheeks as she squirms under my intense gaze, but then she nods shyly. Even as her body betrays her arousal, I can see the conflict in her eyes—desire warring with uncertainty.
"Yes... Please, Kaan, I want your mouth on me."
"That's right,hatun," I say with dark satisfaction, my hands grip her knees and spread them wider. "You're going to count for me, my sweet. Every time I make you come apart, you'll tell me the number. And you will thank me for each one."
She tries to close her legs, a flush of embarrassment coloring her skin. "Kaan, I... the baby... maybe we shouldn't?—"
My laugh is low and predatory as I press a possessive kiss to the swell of her belly. "Your pregnancy will only enhance everything I'm about to do to you,sevgilim. You're more sensitive now, more responsive. The baby will be fine, and you need to trust me."
My hands force her thighs apart again, and this time she doesn't resist. "I've had months to perfect my technique while thinking about this moment. About having you spread open on my throne, completely at my mercy."
Then my mouth is on her thighs, licking, biting as my lips trail kissing towards her dripping center. She grips the throne on each side tighter. Fuck, she tasted of something pure, sacred, and I savor her incredible scent as I lick her slowly. Nesilhan stirs, releasing a moan, so I grip her thighs harder and start eating her like a man hollowed and starved. Her hands fly to my hair as pleasure crashes through her. The taste of her, the way she responds instantly to my mouth, sends blood rushing south with painful intensity. My cock strains against my pants, hard as steel from the sounds she's making, from the way she's slowly falling apart under my skillful attention.
"Fuck," I growl against her wet heat, her arousal smeared over my beard and face, the vibration making her hips buck. "You taste even better than I remembered."
I suck on her clit hard, then release it with a popping sound as she pants; her nipples are so stiff. My tongue starts circling and pressing her clit with maddening precision while my shadows hold her thighs apart, preventing her from closing her legs against the overwhelming sensation.
"Kaan," she gasps, her grip tightening in my hair as she pulls harder, encouraging me to keep sucking on that bundle of nerves. "Please?—"
"Please what?" I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her swollen flesh. "Please stop? Please more? Use your words,hatun."
Instead of answering, she tries to pull my head back down so I can keep feasting on her, desperate for contact. I resist, enjoying the way she writhes on my throne, the way golden light begins to pulse beneath her skin in the rhythm of her racing heartbeat.
"I'm so close, please,askim," she begs. "Lick my pussy, I want to cum."
"So eager," I murmur, pleased that she used that phrase calling me her love, and then ease two fingers in her swollen flesh, and start fucking her.
I return to my work with renewed intensity, alternating between sucking on her clit and firm pressure, building her higher and higher until I know she's close enough to break apart. I keep thrusting my fingers in and out of her dripping sex, licking and sucking while she cries out so loudly, arching her back. My heart hammers in my chest as my shadows lift her off the throne slightly, so she is higher up, suspended in the air. Nesilhan cries, driving all my senses wild, the dark lust blinds my vision as she trembles.
Only when her entire body is taut with need, do I finally give her what she's craving. She screams my name, shaking violently, my shadows play with her nipples as I fuck her while she continues to ride my face, shattering, crying for mercy. Her light glows, pours out of her skin, and it's the most fascinating thing I’ve ever experienced.
"One," she says after my shadows release her, and my own breathing is labored. She opens her eyes, her arousal drips down my fingers, and I put them in my mouth, licking, savoring the scent of the most intimate parts of her light magic.
"Aferin, that was perfect, you did so well coming apart for your husband," I praise, not giving her time to recover before beginning again. "Now, turn around, and get on your knees.”
Nesilhan is still panting, and I know she will struggle, so my shadow comes to her aid. Soon enough, she is perched up against the throne, her breasts pressed against my throne, and her stunning ass exposed.
"Spread your legs for me wide, and try to hold on to the edges," I order, my mouth going dry as I rise up, caressing her perfect ass, then I gather saliva in my mouth and spit right at her rear entrance. She gasps, and I gently slap her flesh, releasing a frustrated groan. I don't think I can hold on too long. My whole body is filled with tension, and a savage possessive need to claim her in every part of this palace. "So perfect, your beautiful cunt is so needy right now. I want you to tell me if you want me to stop at any point."
"Kaan, please, I can't wait, please... I'm begging you," she says, and I smile darkly, knowing that we both are going to enjoy this so much. Before Nesilhan can say anymore, I lower my face to her ass and start licking her there. My fingers find her slit, and I probe her clit while I rim her. My shadows keep her upright as she cries out, trembling and shaking. I rub her clit, pressing andcreating pressure with my tongue at the same time. This is the sweetest torture for me and for her.
I keep rimming her ass while my fingers massage her clit. Her arousal is dripping everywhere, and she is so close again, so ready for me. I ease three fingers inside her as I thrust my tongue into her other hole in and out, simultaneously, aware how strained her whole body is, how quickly I can drive her to the peak. She is struggling with this position, so my shadows aid, holding her firmly as I pound my fingers into her dripping pussy. Nesilhan is making the sweetest, most erotic sounds while I try not to burst and cum in my fucking trousers.
I take her apart systematically, my tongue working her ass with ruthless strokes while my fingers slide in and out of her. Her body clenches around me, so tight and wet that I have to adjust myself several times against the painful pressure in my pants.
Then she comes for me, screaming and sobbing as I slap her ass hard, one, twice, and by the fifth slap, she's a whimpering mess, panting and begging me to ease my torture. I turn her around, so she is sitting back on the throne, facing me, her breathing rapid. Now, her eyes are puffy, wet from tears. Her eyes are barely open as she takes long, deep breaths, staring down at me, and I'm still kneeling in front of her.
"Two," she sobs, still probably delirious from her shattering orgasm. "Kaan... I can't, pleaseaskim."
