Page 103 of The King's Man
I had her propped against that trunk, and myself free of my leathers, but the bonds at our wrists caused some fumbling as we worked to undress each other.
After a moment of frustration, I grabbed her hand that was tied to mine, clamped it against the tree over her head, and pulled out of the kiss to stare down at her.
“Leave your leathers to me,” I growled, sliding my free hand down her stomach to the waistband of her trousers—delighted when her pupils dilated. “You focus on opening that shirt so I can see you. All of you. I’m going to lick you clean, beautiful, and I want to look up when you’re writhing and see those nipples standing at attention like good soldiers.”
She laughed breathlessly until I kissed her again. Sucking at her tongue, nipping her lips.
Heart pounding when she gasped, I kissed my way along her jaw to her neck, then down, stroking and kneading over herclothes, thumbs rubbing her already tightened nipples so that she gasped, then letting my chest drag against her as I lowered myself, popping the button on her pants, then maneuvered them open, sliding my hand inside to force them down over the sweet swells of her body.
Diadre’s breath was fast and short as she fumbled at her buttons with her free hand, leading me down, opening her clothing for me like parting a curtain to paradise.
I growled in anticipation and as soon as she had the top two undone, I kissed my way down her neck to that hollow between her breasts, then down, following her shaking hand as she popped button after button on that damned shirt, until finally she was skin to air.
I nipped at her stomach, slipped my tongue into her navel, and kissed my way down,tugging her pants all the way to the ground, scrambling to help her kick them off until she could spread her thighs properly. Then dropped to my knees.
Face to face with her most sacred flesh, I growled hungrily and traced fingers down the back of her leg, cupping inside one knee and urging her to widen her stance, steadying her with my grip on her hip with my bound hand.
With me so close, she curled the fingers of that hand into my hair as she shuffled her feet wider. Then she looked down on me, her hair falling in curtains to either side of her beautiful face, her eyes glazed with lust that only added fuel to my fire.
I was about to bury my face between her thighs, when inspiration hit, and instead, I urged her to take her weight on one side as I lifted her other knee and hooked it over my shoulder, stretching that leg high and opening her to me.
For a long moment, chest heaving, I stared at her.
She was panting too, but her hips rolled when I didn’t move. “Jann, what are you—?”
“So fucking beautiful,” I growled, then licked my fingers and stroked her first.
Diadre gave a delighted gasp, back bowing as she yearned for my touch, but couldn’t move because I’d pinned her.
Kneeling there before her, her tearing breath was music to my soul.
“Hold on,” I rasped, pulling her bound hand from my hair and placing it on my shoulder to help her brace. Then I gripped her wrist to steady her as I curled my free arm over her thigh on my shoulder.
Then I buried my face in her and her head fell back.
I licked, searching in quick strokes from where I would take her, up to that precious nub to suck and flick with my tongue, then dove down to fill her with the flat of my tongue, then repeated it all again.
Diadre’s breath caught, but I had her pinned—her hand clamped on one shoulder, her knee trapped over the other. She grabbed for my hair when I licked her again, her fingers tightening as she wobbled and threatened to overbalance. But I growled at her tohold onand I gripped her leg tighter leaning my weight against her, pressing harder with my tongue until she shifted her weight back against the tree and found her balance again.
Then I set to the task of making my mate writhe.
Her first cry echoed strangely in the dawn forest—the flutter of birds wings, startled from their breakfast. Then her hips began to buck in rhythm with my strokes and I knew she was growing close. Breath rasping, I took a firmer hold on her and opened my mouth wider, stroking harder with my tongue and entering her again—
“Fuck, Jann,please!”
Still licking, stroking, sucking at her clit, I looked up to find her exactly as I’d wanted—shirt open and breasts bare, legsspread across my chest, her hair messed by the wind and the tree, her skin flushed and cheeks pink.
Her jaw was slack and her voice broke on every exhale.
I filled her with my tongue one more time and she made a strangled sound, her free hand clawing into my scalp, but when our eyes met, the bondclanged.
With a desperate groan, I pulled her knee off my chest and pushed to my feet, sliding up her body, taking her mouth, lifting her, hooking her knees over my hips and whispering to her to—oh shit yes…
I slid home.Home.The sensation of her embrace so overwhelming it seemed I’d entered her with my entire skin—everything crackled, tingled. Blood rushed to the surface and as I took her, seated all the way to the hilt, she dropped her head back again and made a quiet cry, her body tightening on me as if she was already there.
I drew out of her slowly, rasping her name, then drove home again and Diadre’s head fell back, her hand slapping to my chest, right at the center…
And the whole world disappeared.
