Page 90 of The King's Man
Keeping our bound hands behind my back to hold me to him, he slipped his free hand up my side, stroking me—I wanted to arch into that touch like a cat—then slid over my breast, thumbing my nipple, and growling his approval when the peak tightened.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Relax. Let go, Dee. I’ve got you.”
He bathed me, inside and out. My skin washed in the soft ripple of warm water, my heart washed in the heat of the blazing bond, my body pulsing with the delights of feeling him within me—and then that sensation soon joined by the incredible feeling of his body massaging that bundle of nerves between my thighs, because I was spread so wide, every slow thrust was a sly slide against me.
I climbed towards my peak. And towards something shining on the horizon of the bond. Something precious and terrifying and…loving.
I might have tensed, might have started thinking, but then Jann groaned and his hands tightened on me, and he began to move in earnest.
I was lost.
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~ JANN ~
It took my beautiful mate some time to relax and trust me to keep her safe, but once she did… The sight of her floating before me stunned me speechless. Her hair splayed out, rippling and twisting in the water—the water that lapped over her stomach and breasts, making her skin shine even in the dim light of the mists.
God, I could have come with one thrust. But I knew she needed more. Even as her body turned languid, even as she smiled, I could feel her, reaching. And did everything in my power to help her.
I tantalized her skin with fingertips—teasing the hard, shining peaks of her nipples, kneading her breasts, stroking her sides and stomach, trailing fingers over her throat and along her shoulders, down her floating arm…
There was no inch of her I did not wish to know—and to my delight, the longer I stroked, still barely moving within her, the more she gave, until her limbs were loose, and her eyelashes fluttering.
“Jann…” she breathed.
I took a firmer grasp on her hips with both hands and dragged myself out of her. She blinked rapidly, until I pulled her hard against me again—rumbling my approval when the small wave of water between us rushed over her body and crashed against her floating breasts.
“Holy fuck, Dee.”
She gave a breathless giggle, but didn’t open her eyes, though her hand bound to mine clamped on my wrist, urging me forward.
“More,” she whispered. “Please, Jann.” Then she opened her eyes barely enough to catch mine, and smiled like a cat who’d gotten in the cream. “More please…Mate.”
Something within me pulsed at that word and a low, rough cry broke in my throat as I gripped her harder and pulled her onto me with another short thrust.
Her eyes rolled back and her other hand came to my other wrist. But she didn’t let go. She dug her heels into my back and urged me on, pushing me,pleading for me.
“Dee…dear God—”
“Don’t stop, Jann—please!”
I grunted and groaned, unable to control the strange sounds torn from me with every thrust, unable to cease drinking in the sight of her, so abandoned, andsmilingas I took her.
“Mine,” I rasped, pulling her onto me with even greater force.
Diadre sucked in a startled breath, but whispered,“Yes!”on the exhale.
“Only mine, Dee—you belong to me.”
“Yes!”
Her high-pitched cry was the spark to my fuse. I clawed for her, pulling her onto me, rumbling and rasping mindlessly about her beauty and my need for her. She threw her head back and tightened on me so beautifully, I shuddered and almost came. But she wasn’t there, I needed to bring her with me.
“I’ve got you… I’ve got you—” I groaned as I slid both hands to her back and pulled her up out of the water, holding her to me, burying my face under her jaw and latching onto her neck. Rewarded by the flush of goosebumps on her thigh, I followed the wave of pebbled skin to her knee and lifted it higher, bendingit back, urging her to let me hold her, carry her, take her—and bellowing joyfully when she did.
She let me take her weight, let me hold her, drive into her, bend her… urging me on with whispered affirmations until she clapped her free hand to my shoulder, her cries turning wordless and her back bowed.
Time slowed as I bent over her, body thrumming, cockachingfor release, but heart and soul so full I wanted nothing more than to live and breathe this moment forever.
