Page 10 of Reign of Light
“You taste like you’re mine.”
Something inside him snaps, and he lets go of whatever he was keeping leashed. His hands slide under my ass, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Pressing into me with a bruising grip, he tilts my hips up, giving him better access to my throbbing core before his lips and tongue find me again.
“Fuck, Weston,” I gasp, and clutch onto his shoulders, the heat of his skin almost burning my palms. “I’m yours. I’m yours.” The words come out breathy as my chest heaves and my toes curl. He is ravenous, coaxing the pleasure from me in wave after wave. Tears prick at my eyes as the throbbing between my thighs is met by the pressure and wet heat of his tongue.
I can barely handle the intensity of his strokes and what they are doing to my entire body. I need to feel him too, to get closer and ground myself to his skin. Sliding my hands down the back of his neck, I grip his muscular back, feeling the rippling tension as he moves and clutches my body. My nails dig into his skin when his tongue flickers over my most sensitive spot, and I cry out as my body convulses beneath him.
“This was supposed to be for you,” I pant and bite my lip to stifle another cry.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he rumbles against me. “It is.”
The world falls away when he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, and moving his hands to grip my thighs, spreading me wider for him. All I can feel is Weston, fingers digging into my muscles, face buried in my core. Pressure builds so quickly that I can’t hold it back any longer, and my head falls back as I break apart. The muscles inside me flutter and clench repeatedly as I shudder and tremble beneath him, and I can’t control the whimper that escapes at the overwhelming desire to have him inside me.
“Weston,” I beg, and like he always knows exactly what I’m thinking, he heaves a deep sigh against me. With one final slow caress of his flattened tongue, he stands, his steady hands immediately finding the ties at his waistband. He loosens them, tugging and pulling quicklywithout ever taking his eyes off mine. Heavy pants rise in my chest, the pleasure he just enraptured me with still overwhelming my senses, but I feel the slick heat of excitement between my thighs again as I watch him undress himself.
My tongue runs over my bottom lip when the ties finally fall free, loose enough to allow the pants to drop to his ankles. His hard cock juts forward, pulling all my attention to it, and I understand why he said he was enjoying what he was doing as much as I was. But I meant what I said. I want him to have what he needs, and if that is me, I want to give it to him.
Without thinking or worrying, or focusing on my inexperience, I lean forward, letting my desires guide me, hoping to give him everything he just gave me. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his firm length, and gently drop to my knees before him.
“Lennox,” he murmurs, and I feel the brush of his fingertips on my face, pushing my hair back and tilting my head so I’m looking up at him. “You don’t have to.”
“You don’t want me to?” I ask, trying to keep the twinge of self-consciousness from creeping into my voice, but he huffs a low laugh and shakes his head.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then let me.”
He lets out a sigh as his other hand finds my face, and his thumb slowly caresses my bottom lip.
“My queen should not be on her knees for anyone. Especially not me.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, the flooding feeling of a challenge overcoming any self-conscious thoughts I had mere moments ago.
“I made it clear that this was supposed to be for you, and as your queen, I dare you to stop me.”
His pupils widen as our gazes stay locked together, and I lean forward, just enough so I can run my tongue along the tip of his cock. The hiss of a sharp intake of breath makes me swell with pride, andI watch as he can’t take it anymore. His head falls back, and his eyes screw shut as his chest rumbles with a deep groan.
“Fuck.”
Just one word ignites a fire inside me, and I’m consumed by the desire to elicit more sounds like that.
Now I understand why every time I cry out, it urges him on.
Desire pools between my thighs now knowing what this does for him, so I lower my mouth further, taking the tip of him inside and sucking gently.
This groan is louder, and one hand lifts off my cheek and settles on the beam of the four-poster bed. He leans forward onto it, and I take him further into my mouth, licking and sucking, trying to imitate the motions he does to me. A flicker of worry that I’m not doing it right is squashed when his fingers weave through my hair, gently tugging and silently urging me to continue.
“Fuck, Lennox. I can’t…” He grunts, and my eyes flick up to him, taking in the pleasure-filled expression on his face. “So good, sweetheart.”
I moan in response, taking the encouragement and pulling him in deeper, sucking, licking and swirling, loving the way his body responds to my touch. His fingers clench again as I move back and forth, and I reach out to steady myself on his trembling thigh without slowing my movements or loosening my grip.
His breaths heave above me, but his hand is gentle, until it falls away and I feel him straighten.
“Enough,” he says firmly, and I pull away, daring to glance up at him, my previous confidence wavering.
Until I see the heat in his stare.
Hands encircling my ribs, he lifts me to my feet, and his lips crash to mine in a searing kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, stroking and thrusting deep, and I moan into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
