Page 168 of The Kingdom's Reckoning
"No," she said. Laurince closed his eyes and dropped his head onto her neck in relief and disappointment. He exhaled a shuddering breath that sent a shiver down her spine. But she wasn’t done. "Don’t stop, Laurince."
"Fuck, Haze."
Laurince grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall and raising her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His need poured into her as he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth. He ground into her, and his length pressed against the thin fabric of her chemise. With each kiss, each touch, the heat deep within her core intensified. She was an inferno on the verge of exploding.
With a moan, Myra tipped her head back. "Laurince," she breathed out.
He ran his hand over her curves. His thumb skated close to the apex of her thigh, and she could feel the dampness build.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and her breathing quickened.
"Can—can I—" He struggled over the words, whether afraid to ask or unable to.
"Yes, please." She grabbed his hand and pushed it down, the need for his touch overwhelming her. She helped him shift the fabric. When he brushed a finger over her mound, she nearly cried out. He was barely touching her, yet she was already melting against the wall.
Then he worked her, his hand circling the sensitive bud. He slipped a finger inside her. When he pulled it out, he spread the slickness around. She squirmed against the wall as Laurince easily found the rhythm that made her heartbeat stutter.
Myra dragged her hands up to his neck, pulling him closer. Desire quickly rising, she ground awkwardly against him, needing more, craving more.
"I’m feeling a little ravenous," he hissed against her lips.
Confused, Myra pulled away. But her confusion only grew when he pressed a kiss down the column of her neck. "D-do you need something to…eat?"
"Mhm," he mumbled, the vibration tickling her. He slipped his finger inside her, curling it.
She swallowed another moan. "I-I could?—"
"Lean back and hold on to my head," he instructed, cutting her off.
"What?" Myra questioned. Her entire body was trembling.
He pulled his finger out, and she whined. The sound should have mortified her, but it didn’t. Not even as Laurince chuckled.
"Just lean back and hold on to me, got it?"
Although she was still confused, Myra nodded, trusting him. She pressed her back flat against the wall as she curled her fingers into his hair.
Satisfied, Laurince hoisted her up. She gasped as he swiftly flung her legs over his shoulders one at a time, careful to avoid his wings.
"Comfortable?" he asked, staring up at her from between her legs.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
Laurince gave her a devious smile. "Feasting," he said before devouring her.
Laurince feasted on her as if he was truly starving, as if he hadn’t eaten in days, weeks. She slapped her other hand over her mouth to cover her shriek as he swiped his tongue across her sensitive skin. Her head tipped back, slumping against the wall. She bit the flesh of her palm, muffling her moans as he lapped at the sensitive bud.
Her legs trembled, and her core ached. She was right on the edge, her entire body shaking, sweating. As her orgasm swelled within her, Laurince pressed a hand against her stomach, steadying her against the wall. He murmured her name against her clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure soaring through her.
Her vision wavered. Her head spun. The world flipped upside down.
Myra squirmed against him, the fall after the climax disorienting. She uncurled her hand from his hair and reached up. Her fingers brushed something soft. Blinking away the fog, she found her fingers touching the glimmering white feathers. Lightly, she ran the tips of her knuckles down the silky material.
Laurince growled, the sound vibrating against sensitive, bare skin. He shifted his hold on her and slid her down the wall, one hand on her back for support. He dropped her onto his lap. "You will be the death of me, Haze."
She blinked at him, wide-eyed and still foggy. "W-what did I do?"
"The wings, Haze."
