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But did she want his guards knowing that’s what happened? Mentally, she rolled her eyes at herself. The man was a king, for fuck’s sake. Of course his guards would be aware of what went on. Didn’t matter if they had sex here, locked in a private room, or in the middle of the desert, though that last one sounded more painful than fun. Hells, his entire staff would know. Maybe even the whole city, to be honest. People were nosy about their leaders, especially when they were as drop-dead gorgeous as Zarin.
To fully embrace Bold Seraiah and have sex with his majesty over there, she had to come to terms with that.
Because she did want to have sex with him. Badly. Hells, who wouldn’t?
She licked her lips.
He zeroed in on her movement, his ears twitching towards her.
Coming to a decision, she said, “Can we kiss some more?”
“Yes. Whatever you want, I’ll take it,” he said, his voice gruff with need.
Whatever you want. He was giving her a lot of power here. She shifted on the cushion. “Maybe some naked kissing?”
His eyes lit up, and he rose to his knees.
“But we stop if I need to,” she said, giving herself an out, just in case. But, now that the decision was made, she wanted him so much her entire body clenched with need.
“Whatever you want, so long as I get to touch you.”
8
ZARIN
Who was he to say no to kissing? Naked kissing at that? Even if it gave him blue balls when she finally called a halt to their play? Not him. He was not fool enough to ignore the bounty she offered him.
Her body was all glorious curves and valleys, begging to be explored. He wanted to trace his tongue over every inch of her, from her plush red lips to the hollow at the base of her throat, over the curve of her belly, and along the soft skin at the apex of her thighs. Every damn inch deserved his close attention.
Not giving her a moment to change her mind, he ripped open his shirt, buttons flying, and threw it across the tent.
Seraiah giggled, the clear, pure tone washing over him like a breath of fresh air. He wanted to hear it again. A million times more. “Your turn,” he said with a grin.
Her hands went to the buttons on her top — his pajamas; he loved seeing her in his clothes, wrapped in his scent — and worked their way down the row. He didn’t know if she was moving slowly because she was nervous or because she wanted to tease him, but he wanted that damnable bit of fabric hiding her copper skin from his sight gone. His hands flexed, claws popping out, ready to shred the expensive silk to strips. With every last drop of his willpower, he sheathed his claws and let her play and torment him. His mate would soon learn he was a patient hunter.
A sultry smile curled her lips as she reached the last button. With a casual shrug of her shoulders, the top slid down her arms, baring her magnificent breasts. Her nipples pebbled, luscious rose gold peaks he couldn’t resist. He leaned down and pulled one into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the nub.
She squeaked, her hands clutching at his shoulders, but not pushing him away. Not saying no. “I thought we were kissing,” she said, her body arching towards him.
He released her right breast with a gentle pop. “This is kissing,” he said, before giving her left breast the same treatment.
“Not mouth kissing,” she said with a gasp, her nails digging into his skin.
He hummed a sound of agreement, kissing his way over her breasts and up along the long column of her throat. “There are all types of kissing, darling, and you didn’t specify.” He nipped at her chin. “You did say ‘naked’, though,” he said, reaching down to pop the top button of his pants. “You still up for that?”
She nodded, nibbling at her bottom lip. “I am.” Her husky voice stroked over his senses.
Watching her reaction, he pushed down his pants, his cock springing free. Her eyes widened at the sight of him and her breath caught, her reaction making him even harder. Hurriedly, he kicked free of his pants and stalked forward on all fours, pressing her back onto the pillows, his hands bracketing her shoulders, his knees nudging her thighs apart.
“You’re very naked all of a sudden,” she said, her foot sliding up the back of his thigh. “We’re still just kissing, right?”
“How else do you think naked kissing happens?” he asked, gazing down at her soft and willing beneath him. Of course he wanted more, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. He’d have to show her how good naked kissing with him could be.
An eleven formed between her brows as she skated a hand over his chest. “I guess I didn’t think that far ahead.”
“Well, I did. And we’re not quite there yet,” he said, his voice rough with need. “You’re still partially clothed.” He was trying to go slow, gods help him. As much as he wanted to shred those bottoms and fuck her hard, to claim her as his, he held back, trying to move at a speed she was comfortable with.
The last thing he wanted to do was chase her away. He’d already set her on edge by declaring he was keeping her. She didn’t believe him, he didn’t think. But he was as serious as he’d ever been. He couldn’t allow her to disappear back into that walled city of hers and out of his life. She was his now. His queen. His mate.
