Knightqueen - Page 74
“I love how you react when I touch you. How I affect you.”
“You’d affect any man.”
She nipped his ear. “You know I don’t care about other men. I care about you.” She traced the scars on his cheek. “You got these for me. Protecting me.”
“I’d die for you.”
She stepped in front of him, frowning. “That is something I don’t want. I’d prefer for you to live for me.”
“As my queen commands.”
She straddled him and he grunted. He went to touch her, but she pushed his hands down to the arms of the chair.
“I’m touching you, Sten.” Her lips nibbled his and then she kissed him. He groaned into her mouth. “I want you to enjoy my touch, and when we’re outside this cabin, I want you to still feel it. To be imagining the next time I touch you.” She undulated, rubbing against his cock teasingly.
“I’m always imagining touching you.”
“Good.”
He saw her desire, scented it. He got another glimpse of her full breasts through the robe.
“Who do you belong to?” she murmured.
“You, Carys. Always.”
She licked her lips, rubbing faster now, and he felt how wet she was. He gritted his teeth. It was pure torture, and his body vibrated with need.
“One day, I will touch you in front of others. Let them see what you mean to me.”
He frowned. “Carys…?”
“Shh. No more talking.” Her voice was breathy. “Sten?”
“Yes.”
“I…want you to touch me now.”
“Are you done with your teasing?”
Her hands tightened on his shoulders. “Yes. I want you inside me now. And Sten, make me feel it.”
With a growl, he surged up. He tore the robe off her body and turned her. He bent her over the built-in desk.
She gasped, bracing herself. He knew he was being rough, but she’d pushed him to the edge. He wanted to take her roughly, have her accept him in every way.
He stroked between her thighs. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He slid a hand into her hair, and pushed his fingers inside her. “You’re so wet, Carys.”
“For you.”
He pressed his body to hers, then moved up to work that tantalizing nub between his fingers. She cried out his name.
“You’ll feel this, Carys.” He withdrew his hand, and rubbed the head of his cock through her soft folds. “You’ll feel my possession. I won’t be gentle.”
“Good.”
