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Was this real? I wondered. My heart was pounding.
Kairos Draven was suddenly lying beside me naked and there was no doubt in my mind that he was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen in my life.
His cock was rigid, springing free from his trousers with a mind of its own.
I looked at it. I swallowed hard.
There was a musky scent in the air between us. The scent of our bodies. Not unpleasant. Like sea salt and spices. I credited Draven for the spices. I wasn’t sure I’d ever smell as good as he did, with such apparent effortlessness.
I leaned forward and licked Draven's chest, as slowly and lazily as he had done mine. I made sure to bring my tongue directly over one of his nipples, feeling the curling wiry hairs beneath my mouth. He grunted as I took his nipple between my teeth, moving my tongue over it in a slow rhythm as my hand slipped between his legs, grasping his cock carefully in my hand.
He didn’t ask what I was doing or even if I knew what I was doing.
Which was good, because I had absolutely no idea.
Vesper and I had never gotten quite this far. Now I realized that was a good thing.
Better that I’d saved myself for the dark, deceptive assassin prince instead who had lied and told everyone I was his mistress. Much better.
All of my knowledge of male bodies and what to do to them came from dirty tavern talk... and listening to Lancelet when she joined in, which was quite frequently. Since Lancelet had preferred women, her contributions weren’t a lot of help now. Still, I believed I had grasped the basic concept. Thank the Three for naughty tavern maids who had chimed in with their own tidbits as they passed the ale between tables of rowdy men and women.
I lifted my mouth to Draven’s and his lips fell upon mine hungrily. Now came the question I had been dreading.
“What are you doing, Morgan?” he murmured against my mouth. “Do you even know?”
“Be a good fucking boy and maybe you'll find out,” I drawled, pulling my lips from his and giving him what I hoped was a smile at least partly as wicked as some of the ones he’d given me.
I pushed him onto his back, then sat up.
He gazed at me with stark desire, his eyes roaming my body from head to toe. The knowledge of how much he wanted me was gratifying. It gave me the extra confidence I needed.
I ran a hand down his chest, feeling him tremble under my fingertips. He was waiting, trying to anticipate what I'd do next.
I didn’t give him a chance to ask again.
I moved down his body to straddle his legs with my hips, then lowered my mouth to his cock. I wrapped my hand around it, running my fingertips up its length, feeling the silky smoothness. It was shockingly soft. So incredibly soft and hard at the same time. I wondered how it was even possible. I ran my tongue tentatively around the shaft, and Draven let out a groan.
“You don't have to do this, Morgan.” His voice was raspy. That was how I could tell just how much he wanted what I was going to give him.
I licked the tip of his cock, tasting brine and he groaned more deeply. “I know. Now shut the fuck up and let me.”
Without looking, I ran a hand down one of his thighs, my nails out like his claws had been. I wasn’t as gentle. I was purposely rough and as I scraped against him, I heard him let out a groan that I wasn’t entirely sure was all pleasure.
Then I filled my mouth with him. Taking in the swollen head of his cock and sucking him hard. He was big. Which I supposed might be a good thing under other circumstances. I knew women placed undue value on size. Draven would certainly have lived up to any of the highest expectations.
But in this case, I was worried size was a detriment and I wouldn’t be able to do this. That I'd choke. That I wouldn’t be able to give him anything close to the pleasure he gave me.
I didn’t have to worry. Swallowing my fear, I took him in, my body quickly finding a rhythm. Soon he was thrusting into my mouth, his hips in tandem with my lips, unable to help himself–as out of control as I had been just moments before. I stroked him with my tongue, swirling it around the head of his cock, then moving my mouth down as far as I could, up and down, again and again.
The repetitive movement was driving him to the brink.
Draven's entire body was clenched, tense and taut. I watched the muscles in his stomach rippling as they clenched and unclenched. His hands worked against the sheet, gripping it in his fists.
This huge, indomitable man was sprawled beneath me, desperate for what I was giving him and the power I felt was utterly intoxicating.
I wanted to bring him pleasure. I wanted to make it as good for him as he had for me.
And deep down and maybe most importantly, I wanted to do it because I knew he would never, ever have fucking asked or expected me to.
