Page 73 of Kingdom Of Veil And Vow

I make the mistake of sinking my hips lower into the valley between her legs, the soft brush against her making us both gasp. I could definitely come from this. I move to raise them again, to give myself a fighting chance at making this last long enough for her, but she hooks her legs around me, heels digging into my ass as she lifts her hips. “Siyala—”

The sentence dies on a guttural moan as she grinds against me, the thin fabric of my sleeping pants and her even thinner undergarments leaving very little to the imagination.

“Stars above,” she breathes, repeating the motion and making me swear. “You feel—” She makes herself groan as she moves again, and fuck me if it isn’t the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “I didn’t think it could feel like this.”

I shift my weight onto one arm, my other hand toying with the edge of the tunic, wondering at what pace she wants to explore each other. The thought sobers me as I pull back to stare down at her. With her lips swollen and golden skin flushed, my cock decidedly thinks that we can handle whatever it is she needs, but my mind is less convinced.

“What is it?” she asks, concern immediately dimming her own lust as she reaches out to cup the side of my face, creating space between our bodies when her feet meet the bed again.

I struggle to find words, my heart beating entirely too fast—something I know now she can hear. Turning into her palm, I place a kiss there, swallowing back the urge to just fake my confidence. Real. I promised her real. “I want to please you,” I confess, my choice of words making her flush a brighter shade of pink. “But there hasn’t been anyone else. After Marigold,” I clarify. “And we never went that far.”

Understanding dawns on Siyala’s face, and she arches her neck to place kisses at the corners of my mouth, her gaze never leaving mine. “I don’t want more than what you are comfortable with, guardsman,” she says, her lips coasting over mine. “Do not give me a version of you that you think I want. Just give me you.” She nips at my lower lip, raw vulnerability shining through her expression. “And I promise I will do the same.”

That’s all the encouragement I need to press myself against her, heat sparking where her chest brushes against mine, where she returns to rocking her hips against me in soft rolling waves. Her fingers reach for the edge of my shirt, hands roaming up my sides as she lifts the fabric higher and higher, each little inch forcing a more shallow breath to come. She notices and pauses, those keen eyes on me as she waits for permission to continue. Marigold had always been uncomfortable with the sight of my scars, as if looking at them might make some appear on her own untarnished skin.

“Not more than you’re comfortable with,” she repeats, laying a hand over my chest, the beat of my heart harsh just beneath it.

I’m not worthy of her, I know it, but fuck if I want to try my best to be. To be everything that she might need, even if it’s just for this single night together. Lifting onto my knees, I reach back for the collar of my shirt and tug it over my head, the cool air caressing my skin in an all too vulnerable way. As I lean forward to brace myself over her again, she carves a line with her gaze down my chest and abdomen, her lids lowered, drunken with desire as she makes her way back up. And even in the dim lighting, I know she sees the edges of my scars. Some curl inches around my torso, while others just barely show, but Siyala only acknowledges them with a quick glance before her arms are reaching for me, her nose skimming over my shoulder as I slowly drag my cock over her center barely separated by the layers of fabric.

My fingers travel over the waistband of her undergarments, sliding against the smooth skin of her stomach as I listen to her breath still, a thrill rising through me. “Gods, I want to draw every noise of pleasure from you,” I rasp, lifting my hand higher and groaning when the tips of my fingers brush against the curve of her breast. When her own moan vibrates deep in her throat.

“I want to see you unravel,” she says in return, nipping at my chin.

I can make that happen. Leveraging my weight, I spin us until my back hits the comforter, pulling her astride me and watching her eyes widen when she settles over my hips, her hands bracing on my bare chest. She looks a little unsure of what to do, so I grip her hips and guide her movements, back and forth until she understands and begins to rock them on her own.

“Look at you.” I lift my tunic up her body, the heat of her beautiful tanned skin scorching my palms while she gasps for air, her thighs trembling. “You’re perfect.”

With a groan, she leans forward, keeping the movement of her hips grinding against me as she sets her mouth to my neck. My shoulder. Tongue flicking out over my chest as she kisses across my collarbone.

I arch my neck at the feel of her, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter as she works me closer to that edge. “Please, Siyala,” I beg, though what form of mercy I’m asking for, I don’t know.

She sets her pace faster, kissing her way up my neck again and finally bringing her lips to my own. But our kiss is brief, my tongue only moving against hers for a moment before she plants her hands on my chest again, watching me as she rides my cock through the fabric of my pants. I chase after her, coming up to sit and balancing one arm behind me, the other weaving into her hair. Needing to have as much of her as possible.

“Let me watch you,” she pleads, another sweet roll of her hips making me groan.

I’m not sure I could deny her anything, especially not now, so I let her continue her maddening pace, our breaths mingling as she drives me towards that final precipice. The thought of coming because of her is more tantalizing a reality than I ever could have imagined, but I still fight to slow us down. To drink in every perfect detail of her as my stomach begins to tighten, my fingers curling into the bed as my brow furrows.

“Let go,” she whispers against my mouth, grinding herself a little harder against me. “Xander.”

It’s my name said like that, desperate and hungry all at once, that does me in, sending my release barreling through me at a lightning-fast pace. She kisses me through it, swallowing every one of my hungry sounds and waiting until I’ve wrung myself out before resting her forehead against mine. Leaning back, I reach up to tuck Siyala’s hair behind her ears, enjoying the way she runs her hands up my neck and into my hair, rustling the strands as if she can’t help herself.

“What do you need right now, Siyala?” I ask her, gaze tracing the outline of her nose and mouth, lower to wear my shirt now hangs partially open.

“What do you mean?”

Kissing the tip of her nose, I lay back down, grabbing her thighs and encouraging her to come up onto her knees. With a brow arched, she does, those piercing eyes locked on mine. “I know you didn’t find release,” I begin, silencing her with a gentle look when she tries to protest it. “I want to be the one to give it to you. But only if that’s something you want too. So what do you need right now?” I ask again.

I don’t need enhanced hearing to know that her heart has begun to pound. Siyala stalls for a few seconds, but with a gentle, coaxing squeeze from me, she begins to crawl towards my head, and gods above and below, I have never been happier.

Chapter Forty-Five: Siyala

My thighs clench as Xander guides me towards his mouth. I watch for any sign of hesitation, but the man simply looks at me as if he’s come to enjoy a feast, and who am I to deny him the opportunity? Still, I know what he’s really giving me is control. The power to do what I please with him and the agency to stop it if I need to. Stopping, however, is not at all what I want. I move my undergarments—the fabric soaked with both my arousal and his release—to the side as I slowly lower down. Xander, however, is impatient, and the next thing I know, his tongue is dragging up my center, his nose nuzzling the soft white curls set at the apex of my thighs as he pulls me even closer to him. The sensation draws a delirious whimper from me, every nerve ending burning brightly at the heat of his mouth and careful glide of his teeth against me.

Eyes locking with mine, my heart skitters as warmth travels through me, my body melting into his hold. “Your taste, Siyala, I could fucking live off of it.” And then his tongue is swirling, passing through my core and flicking up towards my clit in a single motion that sends liquid desire dripping down my spine.

I groan as he devours me, encouraging me to rock gently against him as his own noises of pleasure seep out from that wicked mouth. Pushing into his hair, my hand holds him in place as I move, becoming further lost to my desire with every lap of his tongue. I was already walking the edge of an orgasm watching him come undone, but as I meet his gaze now beneath heavy lids, it’s enough to push me over that edge, stars bursting across my vision as I come.

My body trembles and ears ring, my free hand planting against his headboard as I dare to catch my breath. But Xander, he’s insatiable. A fact he proves by curling his fingers into my thighs, holding me in place. Sensitive in the aftermath of my orgasm, every brush of lips is intensified. Nearly painful in its pleasure. One of his hands slides slowly up my side, cautiously teasing as his fingers drift over my nipple, my lips parting on a desperate gasp. Before long, I’m climbing back up to that peak, rolling my hips against his face until my vision is clouded with white stars and I all but collapse on top of him.