Page 69 of Golden Queen
But then he lessened the pressure of his tongue, and hot waves of pleasure licked up my spine as I watched his mouth on me. That wicked tongue moving over me as I ran my hands through his hair.
The sight of him on his knees between my legs sent such a wave of power through me that I felt my breath leave me in a halting gasp.
His eyes met mine and he smiled, "You like the sight of me down here, don't you, Sera?"
"Yes," I admitted quickly, my voice hardly more than a breath.
His dark chuckle against my sensitive flesh began some unwinding in me as his tongue returned to me, and pressure built between his mouth and my body.
Release hit me all at once, wrenching his name from me on a harsh, nearly sobbing cry as my legs jerked and pressed in around his head.
His eyes, as he rose, were dark and depthless, his half smile at the way my body still shuddered, evidence of his own satisfaction.
I watched him as his hand went to the waistband of his pants. Without taking his eyes from mine, he deftly unfastened the buttons and let them fall to the floor.
I dared not look down even as his eyes dared me to.
But then he moved, and I could no longer keep my eyes away. I looked at him—nude and erect, moving toward me like a predator coming in for the kill. He was big—too big. I suddenly felt that undercurrent of fear return over what was about to happen.
But then his body met mine, his skin fiery hot. He kissed me again, and I tasted my body, slightly salty on his lips. I arched toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him to me as I forgot the fear again.
"Ireallylike it when you say my name," he told me.
Before I could respond, he was lifting me up onto the bed at the same time he yanked the blanket down so that I was lying against the soft, cool sheets with my head on the pillows.
I felt his knees come between my legs, spreading me as he kissed me again. That little knot of trepidation again edged around the desire that still had my heart racing.
I felt his cock slide against my flesh, and it was so hot against the still overly sensitive bud at the juncture of my thighs that I gasped and moaned. My hips lifted toward him of their own accord as the shock of the touch turned to need—wicked and sharp.
His hands were still roaming, his hard length moving against my skin. "You feel so good, Sera."
As my heart soared at his words, I told him, "I like it when you say my name, too.”
"Do you,Sera?" I shuddered at the sound of his wonderful, deep voice in my ear as he smiled against the skin of my neck. An unexpected thrill to be the cause of that smile positively lit me up inside.
Before I had time to process such a reckless emotion, he shifted his hips, poised against my opening. A tremor went through his body, and he stilled, dropping his head and closing his eyes as though in pain.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned for him, or that I had made some misstep. I placed my hand on his cheek, and he opened his eyes, surprised at the touch.
"Nothing. Nothing is wrong," he said, a faint smile curving his lips as his eyes narrowed on me with that predator’s gaze.
He pushed inside me in one long stroke.
I cried out as pain lanced through me, the foreign fullness chasing my breath away as I closed my eyes.
I did not push him away. The need for him, the surprising pleasure at the intrusion, was quickly chasing away the discomfort—the heat shifting from burning, to aching fulfillment.
I realized he had not moved. My eyes shot open to see him looking at me almost...horrified.
"Fuck, Sera," he ground out through clenched teeth. "Why did you not tell me you're a maiden?"
"I..." I stammered. "Because it didn't matter. Because I want this," I said more confidently than I felt. I wrapped my legs around him and felt him shudder again at the movement. "I want you, Io."
He huffed a laugh, dropping his head again with a groan. "Dear gods, Sera, I am absolutely certain now that youaretrying to kill me."
He moved inside me slowly—so tantalizingly slowly—as he propped one hand on the bed beside me and cradled my face in the other. "Beautiful, wicked assassin," he said, stroking my jaw, running his thumb over my lips as he moved in me.
The feeling of him was beyond anything I imagined it would be as he slid in and out, stillsoveryslowly. His hips jerked slightly with what I thought was the effort of keeping still.
