Page 141 of The King's Man
But then he arched and rode the wind back up. Like a dolphin diving in the waves, up and over, then down and arched, we serpentined through the air, his touch moving within me and his body pressed and rubbed against mine.
Soon I was quivering—and frustrated.
“Jann… Please. Land. I need you.”
“You’ll have me, my dear,” he rasped in my ear, then nipped my lobe. When I leaned back into his kiss, his hand moved, no longer stroking—which sank my stomach—but instead, working at my clothing.
At first, I frowned. He tugged at my leathers, opening them as far as they’d go, then slid both hands inside, over my hips, then pressing them down.
I blinked when he shoved them down to my knees, but it gave my legs nowhere to go and—
“Bend your knees up to your chest,” he rasped in my ear.
Startled, I did as he said—and he slid my leathers all the way down my ankles, where they hooked on my boots.
“Now relax,” he murmured, then sucked on my neck again.
I jolted as I let my legs drop back down, and he clawed both hands, letting his fingers trail up the backs of both my legs in the most delicious wave of pebbling, tingling skin.
And when he reached my ass, he turned those busy hands to his own leathers.
I gave a nervous laugh, uncertain this would work, until he cursed and freed himself—then grabbed for both my hips and pulled me hard against him, his thick length pressing between my thighs and sliding against my most sensitive skin with enough pressure to make my breath catch.
“Jann, I can’t… I’ve got nothing to hold onto,” I laughed nervously.
“Hold onto me,” he rumbled, taking one of my hands and lifting my arm, craning it back until my fingers slid into his hair again. “Hold ontight,”he rasped.
And then, as I clawed into his scalp with one hand, and cupped the back of his thigh with the other, he grasped my hips.
‘Relax… just relax. I’ve got you.’
‘I’m not scared, Jann. I’mneedy.’
He chuckled against my shoulder and the skin there pebbled.‘The instruction stands,’he sent, and even in the mindlink his voice was ragged.
Then his fingers dug into my hips and he positioned me against him. At first it was awkward, him attempting to find me,while my legs were extended and narrow because of the leathers hooked around my ankles.
But then, as he rubbed and pressed and guided me against him, I discovered if I bent my knees and brought my feet together, I could turn my knees out and give him more space.
‘Oh fuck, Dee…’He gave a guttural groan the moment he entered me, but I couldn’t answer, because the sensation of him taking me, along with the chill air fluttering against damp skin as he filled me was…breathtaking.
At first he took only a few short inches, but then, grasping my hips, digging his fingers in to hold me, he moved me, and soon he was seated to the hilt.
I let my head fall back against his shoulder, my heart pounding in my ears, thankingGodfor the incredible sensation of him filling me—only for him to draw almost all the way out, growl my name, and take me again.
My stomach swooped as we dropped towards the earth. Then, when his wings snapped wide, we swept back up and the sudden catch of momentum as he ascended again pressed me down hard onto him.
I gasped and he growled. Then he did it again.
I was helpless, dangling, held tight in his hands, my knees wide and him taking me from behind. I clung to his hair and his thigh, trying desperately for the leverage to give him some resistance, but failing and left trembling in his arms.
Then he muttered another curse and we tipped upwards towards the clouds again.
For a moment we hung in the air, staring at the moon, then Jann flapped hard, his body bowing with the effort—and the thrust of power pushed him so deep into me, I felt it all the way to the soles of my feet.
“Jann! Oh God—”
“Hold on, Dee.”
