Page 41 of The Death King

I turned back to her, wondering if the sound stirred her, but she was still dead asleep.

Just before I decided to leave, she repositioned herself, the book sliding off her chest and hitting the floor.

The nightgown she wore had risen up her thighs, and when she opened her knees, the dress parted in the perfect way…showing her panties.

Her white panties.

I stared like I’d never seen up a woman’s dress before, like I’d never seen flesh so soft and fair, seen dark hair poke out from the material over her pelvis. I preferred a woman with a bare honeypot, but I didn’t mind the hair at all.

I stood there for minutes, just staring, my pants snug in the crotch.

I knew I should return to my bedchambers and pretend her pussy was in my palm, but I was desperate for the real thing, the tightness, the slickness. I was desperate for her to feel good, to know that sex could be the best damn thing, to quiver and moan for me in a way she’d never forget.

I stayed put, my breathing elevated, my eyes locked on the panties that would feel so soft against my fingertips.

I’d asked her to consider me—and now I would make her consider me.

I kneeled on the rug beside her and pushed the book away. My body leaned over hers, and I rested my arm on the armrest just above her head. Her hair was a mess on the pillow that supported her head. With deep and even breaths, she breathed like she had no idea I was there.

My fingers gripped the fabric of her dress and pulled up…gently. It slowly rose over her body, sliding up her legs until her panties were in full view. I pulled until the material became snug at her belly button.

She continued to sleep, oblivious to the air that touched her previously covered skin.

I stared at her flat stomach, my mouth dry in desire, my breathing elevated with both adrenaline and arousal. My hand came close to my face, and I licked my fingertips, my cock twitching in my boxers because the excitement made me rock hard.

My fingers touched her soft belly, gently traveled down, and then slipped underneath the waistband of her crisp white panties. They looked brand-new, like she’d slipped them on after a warm shower. My fingers were immediately enveloped in the heat trapped in the cotton. I slid across the soft curls and inched closer to the nub I was desperate to touch. It became warmer the closer I drew near.

My fingers landed on her nub, and I gave a gentle push, feeling my breath release like I’d been holding it.

She instantly arched her back but stayed fast asleep.

I gently rubbed her, watching her face for a reaction, wondering if she would wake up or come in her sleep.

She shifted and moved every few seconds, and she even pressed her pelvis back into me.

My fingers rubbed her in a circular motion, pushing harder with my fingertips, wanting to watch her come against my hand.

Her breathing increased. Her knees came apart. She started to grind against my hand.

I leaned farther over her, our faces close together, my hand applying more pressure, her body moving with mine.

She gave a moan, and the sound of her own pleasure seemed to pull her from sleep. Her eyes opened, landing directly on mine, her hips still automatically grinding into my fingertips. This was the moment I expected her to shove me off and lunge at my throat, but she was either too anxious to come or thought this was all a dream.

Her cheeks were tinted red in desire, and her eyes were both sleepy and desperate. It was a different look from her rage and her defeat, making her look like a whole new person. This was her, without the walls and the suspicion, without the trauma and the scars.

My head dipped, and I caught her lips.

Her lips parted and accepted my hot kiss like her mouth was just as hungry. Her hand even dug into my hair and fisted the strands, her hips grinding into my hand, her wetness seeping from her folds and covering my fingertips, soiling her clean panties.

I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time.

When her hand trailed down the nape of my neck and clawed at my back as her tongue speared into my mouth, I knew she was there. We panted into each other’s mouths like we were fucking rather than touching and kissing. Her pussy kept pushing into my hand like she wanted more, another shove to get off.

I kissed her hot mouth as my fingers worked together to apply all the pressure right against her nub, my mouth taking her desperate kisses and giving her my tongue. The flames warmed my back and heated up the room to a sweltering temperature.

Her kisses halted, and she suddenly gripped me tight.

I pulled away to look at her face, to watch the moisture form in her eyes as the pleasure seeped into her bones. My dick was about to explode from my pants and dive into the pussy that was primed for me.