Page 125 of The King has Fallen
“Don't wait.”
Warmth rushed through me that she knew my thoughts and shared them. Butfirerode my veins that she wanted me as desperately as I wanted her.
I stumbled into the woods, holding her to me until I could find one of the huge Sacer trees with its wide, flat trunk and smooth bark. Then I made myself put her down, but kept her mouth, kissing her hard, leaning her back against it as I reached for her clothing.
Slipping my hand under the hem of my shirt that she wore—which made my cock tighten further—I hurriedly grasped the waistband of her leggings and shoved them down, while she wrestled with my belt buckle.
We struggled and reached and pawed—she laughed more than once when we fought to be the one pulling our bound hands to each other’s clothing. But finally, I got her leggings off and she kicked them aside, just as she finally got my leathers unbuttoned and I sprang free with a low groan of relief.
I looked down at her, prayed my eyes were as brightly alight as hers, then reached for the buttons on that shirt, resisting the urge to just tear them off because we would still have to walk back through camp.
It was an exercise in restraint, butheavenwhen I finally got the last unbuttoned, and the sides fell apart to reveal her lithe, tight body to my eyes. I took our bound hands and clamped mine on the back of her neck, bending her elbow high as she gripped my wrist.
She bit her lip and her hips rolled forward when I reached for her breast, teasing the nipple with my thumb as I leaned into her, kissing her neck and thrusting gently into her other hand where she stroked me.
But then I leaned back to look down at her touching me and instead my eyes were drawn to the pale skin of her stomach andbreasts that had apparently never seen the sun. I growled with need and reached between her legs.
She gasped and her hips bucked, seeking more of my touch, but I didn’t enter her—not yet. I was still shaking, smiling, because she was already slick.
She wanted me.
“Melek,” she panted as I curled fingers against that hot flesh. “Don’t tease me.” I let a rumble of pleasure roll in my chest and she smiled, closing her eyes. “God, I love the sounds you make.”
I rewarded her for the compliment by sliding first one finger into her, then a second, curling them inside her, watching her jaw go slack.
I was beginning to sweat already.
I set to the purpose then of setting her flesh alight, playing, rubbing, sliding, teasing, resting my forehead on her shoulder, but arching my body away so I could watch her body roll and twitch in response to my touch.
My breath was already harsh when I slid fingers into her and used the pad of my thumb on that nub that brought her pleasure, and she cursed. I would have laughed, but I was growing more and more needy—the bond between us thrumming like the plucked string of a lyre. And making music between us just like that instrument, as well.
Exhaling shakily, I stopped touching her and she gave a little growl of protest, but I was already reaching around with both hands to lift her up my body, hitching her higher, trembling when she wrapped her legs around my waist, and pinning her back against that tree.
Then I took her bound hand, lifting it above her head to stretch her, then sliding my fingers between hers and clawing my nails into the tree to pin her hand there.
Stretched as she was, her back arched. Because she was sitting high up my body I could bend, still keeping her hand pinned over her head, and suck her nipple into my mouth.
When I had her gasping and writhing, panting and digging her nails into my back I lifted my head and locked eyes with her when she opened hers to see why I’d stopped.
“Are you well,Mate?”I rasped.
She nodded quickly, panting. “I’ll be even better if you do that again.”
I huffed a delighted laugh, but I was done playing at the edges of this. Her body was trembling and her breath caught every time I rubbed against her. So I took her mouth, leaned against her so she couldn’t move, tilted my hips, then let her slide down onto me, shuddering myself with the pleasure of taking her—and with watching her eyes widen again.
She gasped, then stopped breathing entirely when she had all of me.
I forced myself to stop, to breathe, to wait. This position took me deep and gravity pulled her down onto me. Though it made me shake to restrain, I forced myself to stay still, only breathing for a moment, allowing her to stretch and accommodate me.
I groaned as she pulsed around me, leaning back into that tree and tipping her hips, shifting, finding her comfort… and then she swallowed hard and let her head fall back against the tree, eyes still locked on mine.
“Why did you stop,” she asked, her voice low and husky so thatIpulsed within her and her eyes glazed for a moment.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I croaked, leaning into her.
Head still resting back on that tree, she stared right into my eyes, lifted her free hand to grip my hair and said in a tight but rough voice, “Let’s get this straight: I want everything from you, Melek. And I want itreal.I have spent my whole life with themen around me trying to protect me from anything they believe I am not strong enough to bear. And they are usually wrong.”
A happy little growl puttered in my chest and I leaned in about to kiss her, but she wasn’t done.
