Page 63 of The King's Man
There was no doubt, he was impressive. Daunting, even.
The possibilities were terrifying if I let myself think about it. But as I put both hands on him, drawing them up slowly, Jann responded exactly as any man would—a low, deep rumble of approval rolled in his chest as he propped a hand on my shoulder and his head dropped forward. His body quivered, hips pumping into my touch.
I knew that sound. I knew that look. He wanted me.And I wanted him.
Suddenly, my fear was gone.
“I want you,” I whispered, then curled forward to take the head of him in my mouth.
Jann hissed and his fingers tightened suddenly in my hair, but it was to pull me off of him, not push harder.
He tugged my head back until my neck craned and I looked straight up at him.
Then he cupped my jaw with one hand and held me there, pinned in his gaze. “Say it. Out loud. In detail.”
“I did—I said, I want you,” I breathed.
“Want what?”
“Want you. This.” I stroked him and pulled him closer, letting him slide against my breasts so that his eyes widened and he growled.
“That’s where you want me?” he asked hoarsely, inching closer and cupping both breasts to plump them as he pushed himself between them.
“No.” I shook my head. “Not there.”
“Then say it, Diadre. Make itabsolutely clear.”
His eyes were intense, blazing, pinched with the fight for restraint. His body quivered with every touch and each pump between my breasts.
Swallowing hard, because who knew how the hell this would go—the only thing I was certain of was that I wanted to try—I pulled away from him and scooted myself back on the bed. Jann watched, eyes hungry, as I crawled backwards, never breaking contact, until I could lay down with my head on the pillow.
Then, with only a small pinch of self-conscious shame, I bent my knees, opened my legs and put my hand between them.
“Here,” I whispered. “I want youhere,Jann.”
His shoulders heaved faster. “Are you certain?” he croaked. “Are you absolutely—”
“For fuck’s sake, Jann. You can stop asking now. Unless you don’t want to—?”
With a puttering snarl, he launched himself onto the bed.
24.Make You Mine – Part 1
~ DIADRE ~
Like one of the huge cats that ruled the mountain peaks, he leaped onto the bed, landing on all fours, eyes wild and body poised.
I tensed, but I was breathing as quickly as he was.
“Be certain, Diadre. This is no small thing,” he growled.
I snorted. “I can see that.”
His expression grew more serious. “Not only that. Theclaimingis real.”
Something about that clanged in my chest and my breath rushed out of me. “You’ve already claimed me.”
“Not like this. Not in truth.” His eyes shone as if they’d glow in lower light. Every muscle quivered with tension. He leaned closer, one hand coming forward to brace on the bed a foot from me. “If I take you… you will bemine.”The word rolled in his chest on a growl. Why did it make me quiver with want insteadof fear? Why did my breathing pick up as quick as his? Jann’s eyes flashed and he reached forward with the other arm, taking his weight on that fist, the lines in his forearm so deep and tight they cast shadows.
