Page 68 of Golden Queen
He was sweet, honeyed fire, his lips soft, but unyielding as he covered my mouth, tongue tasting as I followed his lead.
His hands ran down the length of my body, igniting little fires of need as they went.
My hands found his chest again, nails scraping as I let my fingers drink in the feel of him, so hot and solid beneath my palms—the smooth, unbroken skin over his heart where I had once plunged a dagger.
The thought of that dagger in his heart while he held me in his arms felt like a knife to my own chest. When had he grown so dear to me, so integral to everything?
He lifted me, clearing the thoughts from my head as his hands cupped the backs of my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist.
What I thought were flames, I realized had only been sparks, as my body felt like it ignited against him.
"This is so...fucking...stupid," he said, but his smile caught me off guard again as he turned and angled for the bed.
A small nervous energy started to bloom in my chest as I considered what was about to happen. He was about to learn just how much I had been bullshitting about my experience. Part of me feared his reaction upon learning that he had deflowered the maiden princess.
But that smile was still on his face, and this wasIo.
The fear fled as he laid me on the mattress and found my lips again.
His hands raked down my body, and a soft moan escaped my throat. His fingers went to the laces on the front of my nightgown. I pushed against his chest and rose with him as he backed up, straightening, with a puzzled look on his face.
I turned, pulling my hair to the side, showing him a row of delicate buttons. "The ribbons are just decorative," I said, grinning over my shoulder.
"I see," he said, reaching for me and placing his lips against the back of my neck.
I felt him going through the buttons, shivers breaking out from the light dip of his fingers under the fabric as he slid each one out of the catch.
"You are unusually quiet, Sera. Are you having reservations about this extremely...absolutely..." He punctuated each word with a kiss down the length of my neck." Completely...reckless...idea of yours?"
In answer, as I felt the fabric give way with the final button, I let my gown fall, sliding down my arms and catching at my waist. Only a slight push had it past my hips and pooling at my feet.
His indrawn breath was all the confirmation I needed that he was pleased with the action. I was completely naked before him.
"Dear fates, Sera, are you trying to kill me?" he growled as he ran his hands down my waist, over the curve of my backside.
I turned in his arms, noting his eyes devouring the image of me before him. "Again, you mean?" I asked with a sly grin.
"Wicked, cruel thing," he said, guiding me back onto the bed.
My heart raced as I looked at him. He was more than beautiful. He was perfectly, wonderfully made. His long arms came down beside me on the bed, caging me in. I didn't feel trapped, though. I felt protected, wanted.
And I felt need; sharp, unyielding need. It pulsed low in my belly, sending heat rushing to my face and between my legs at once.
He laid his hand on my chest, sliding his fingers up to cradle my throat. I arched into his touch as he slid them back down, my breasts heavy and aching with their own need to be claimed.
"You are so fucking beautiful." The words were barely more than a hoarse whisper as his eyes slid over me.
And then he bent his head, capturing my nipple between his teeth, his lips, tongue sliding around the peaked bud as he ran his fingers around the rounded flesh of my breast.
And lower, his fingers trailed over my stomach, finding the dark hair between my legs, dipping into the flesh and sliding against me until I gasped.
He groaned as his mouth found mine again. "So wet," he said against my lips. I felt his smile of pleasure.
His finger...was doing something wonderful as he again trailed kisses down my body, over my breasts, lower and lower until I felt him parting my thighs, grasping my hips to draw me to the edge of the bed.
His mouth replaced his finger before I knew what was happening, his tongue, fiery hot, at my center.
The sensation was too much. My upper body jerked up as I caught his head, meaning to push him away.
