Page 91 of The King's Man
Diadre arched over our bound arms, her body bridging, breasts high and shining, skin wet—her head thrown back and chin to the sky. Her mouth was open and the only word I could make out was my name, which only pushed me closer to that desperate edge.
Her hair flowed around her, trailing in the water, a gorgeous, soft crown that curled and beckoned like she called me forward. I was desperate, moaning her name, body pulsing with need and driving harder with every thrust.
The water rippled and splashed, but neither of us noticed as I felt her tense and jolt, climbing ever closer to that moment when—
Diadre’s jaw dropped and she bucked, her body rigid and clenching down on me. I thrust into her again with a roar that started in my toes, echoing off the trees and dampened by the mists. But we hung there together, bodies trembling, as the bond expanded and the light between us flared—blazing like the dawn sun finally breaking over the mountains.
We were frozen together in that shining moment, bodies overwhelmed with bliss, souls braiding, as the world and all that was in it disappeared… except for her.
Then time sucked back in, and I moaned, jerking and trembling as Dee shook in my arms, her skin pebbling under my hands in waves as desire crashed over her.
My eyes saw only her.
My ears heard only her voice.
My body knew only where we joined and touched.
And my soul…my soul sang.
My mouth was open and my breath tearing out of my throat as she jolted, bouncing up and out of the water, hand slapping to my chest, then my shoulder as she tried to find a grip. But I held her to me, urging her on, riding her through that climax, watching her breasts bounce until she went slack, panting in my arms.
Only then I did I close my eyes and release that leash.
One deep thrust and my orgasm hit like a boulder bouncing down a hill, carrying me in its wake, pitching me forward, over her, but I gathered her to me, roaring and groaning, holding her against my chest and she clung to me, her face in my neck, until both of us were finally still.
Chests heaving, breath tearing, both blinking and trying to find our bearings… I walked her back to the shallows and sat down hard, holding her to me as I trembled.
She had her free arm wrapped around my neck and her face under my jaw. She trembled in waves, tensing in my arms. I stroked her hair and whispered to her until the trembling stopped. And when she finally lifted her head, I met her eyes with a happy sigh.
She stared into my soul and I waited, unsure how she’d feel in the wake of that.
But to my delight, she smiled, took my chin in her hand and kissed me. Hard.
And when the kiss broke she caught my eye again, her breath fluttering on my face because she hadn’t pulled away.
“Never,everstop doing that to me.”
“You have my word.” My voice was deep and gruff from all the roaring. I sounded like I’d been asleep for weeks.
Diadre smiled, then kissed me again. I pulled her to me and lay down in the shallows, holding her against my chest, leaving her sprawled over me.
And I had never been more at peace. Or more startled by joy.
I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this, but I vowed to God as surely as I had vowed to her.
My life before hers.
Every time.
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~ DIADRE ~
I sprawled on his chest like laying on a log that was wider than me. Our bound arms slumped into the water, I had the other splayed across his arm to grip if I slipped. But I was boneless with contentment.
I must have dozed off, at some point I became aware that his free hand trailed up and down my spine, and that the skin not plastered to him that had been wet was growing chilled. But I didn’t want to move.
Laying on him was like laying on the back of a horse—I fit. Just the right places to rest my head on his chest, just the right narrowing of his waist for my knees. He hadownedme. And for the first time that I could remember, I didn’t tense when I came awake, wondering how this would end. Or whether his eyes would avoid mine.
