Page 166 of A Crown of Tears and Treason
“Yes, I want–I want you to see me to-touch myself.”
This man was going to kill me, one word at a time, and I was loving every second of it. Stutter or not, saying what I wanted made me feel…powerful.
He hummed low in his throat and we melted in more heated kisses. Next thing I knew, we were on the bed, tangled together until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
His hips flexed against mine. I gasped when I felt him against my heated flesh, big and straining against the pants of his leather armor.
“On one condition,” I said, my own grin twisting my lips. He was doing this. Corrupting me with his uninhibited ways.
“Name it,” he said hoarsely, as if he was ready to carve his heart out right now if I asked. “Anything, it’s yours.”
I swallowed my doubts and apprehension. “It’s unfair I’m the only one who’s undressed.”
I wanted my eyes to feast on him, too.
“Completely and gloriously naked.” He kissed the tip of my nose, a playful little moment in a sea of primal lust. “But if my queen demands I accompany her debauched state of nudity, how can a mere mortal like me say no?”
He stood up in all his glory, tall and looming. His eyes glimmered as they trailed over me, lounging on the bed, twisting the sheets in my fists.
“You look amazing.” His hands went to the buttons of his pants. “But…”
“But?” My breath hitched as he unbuttoned the last button.
“I can’t wait to have you inmybed.”
Desire jolted through me as that same instinctual side of me hummed in agreeance. Yes.His.
He tore the pants away and my breath hitched. Every inch of him–and even to my untrained eye, there seemed to bea lotof inches to him–was perfect. Toned and honed andhard. The perfect blend of power and royal elegance. And he was all mine to explore.
“To your liking, Your Highness?” he asked, just as confident in the nude as he was when dressed and armed to his teeth. The moon shined over his muscles, as if the light itself couldn’t help itself but caress him.
“Yes,” I said. Fine, squeaked.
“Good. I’d hate to disappoint.” He nodded at me. “Your turn.”
The courage that had been slowly bubbling inside me vanished as he kneeled on the bed and crawled over me. He must have sensed my hesitation, because the next kiss was languorous and slow.
He slid to the side, his body molded to my right, as he kissed my neck, waiting for me to start exploring my body on my own, him a silent guardian. The length of him touched the top of my thigh, tightening that little coil of desire inside of me.
I licked my lips and twisted my fingers, waiting for some miracle to guide me. None came, but I wanted to again feel the heights of passion I’d soared to with him.
“I don’t know where to start,” I finally admitted. I wanted to touch myself, I just…lacked the skills. “But I’ve been a very good and attentive student so far, no point in changing that now.”
Zandyr hummed low in his throat, nipping at my neck.
“Imagine I’m coming home from a battle we have won,” he began, mesmerizing me. “And you feel how much I miss you andwant to be with you, even from so far away. And you want the same. But I’m not there. Maybe you’re on the throne, ruling over our Clan, and the lust is too much. You’re rubbing your thighs together to keep the pressure from building. But it only grows and grows andgrows.”
I gulped, my mind already conjuring up the image of me squirming on the golden throne, crown on my head. Struggling not to move too much to not rattle the strands of pearls and leteveryoneknow I was dying for Zandyr to come back and come inside me. I might have lacked real world experience of love making, but my parents had made sure to describe the basic technicalities, none of them focused on deriving any enjoyment from the act.
With Zandyr, it was all about pleasure, searing away the logic from my brain.
“You rush back into our room,” he went on. “You can’t wait any longer.”
In my mind, I saw my pacing frame in the room, glancing at the clock and then at his bed. Knowing he was safe and victorious, but so far away.
My hands unfisted from the sheets, slowly rising to my shoulders.
“So you start to picture us together.” He flicked his tongue against my earlobe, one hand cradling the back of my head. “Show me where you’d want me to touch you. Lick you. Kiss you. Show me what you want, what you think would feel good for you.”
