Page 62 of The Death King
The more he asked for my consent, the more I softened. For the last seven years, I’d had no rights, no voice, no opinions. I was at the mercy of the powerful men around me, and the more I tried to fight, the worse the outcome. But now I was in the presence of the Death King, a powerful necromancer fused with a mighty dragon, arguably the most powerful man who’d ever set foot on this continent, and I somehow had more power than I ever had—because he gave it to me. “Yes.”
I could feel my heart every time it beat. It was like a drum in my rib cage, the pace increasing as the tension burned like the fire in the hearth. He stood directly before me, a mountain over a valley, and his hand slowly moved to my throat, his fingers warm to my cold skin. His thumb slowly swiped up, brushing from the corner of my mouth over my cheek, his eyes taking in my appearance with a softness he’d never shown before. Now that he got the answer he wanted, there was no more fight in his stare. He was just calm…gentle.
I was anything but calm. My heart was about to give out.
He lifted my chin slightly, bringing my lips closer to his. Then he dipped his head and kissed me, a landing so soft it made our lips feel like pillows. He cupped my cheek as he let the sensation of our joined mouths travel down our spines to our toes. He remained there, savoring it, before he tilted his head slightly and kissed me again…and then again.
The nerves calmed. My heart finally eased. I felt his lips brush against mine, catching my bottom lip and gently sucking it into his mouth, and then my mind turned quiet. All the thoughts that made me pace in my room, that made me question everything and anything suddenly vanished.
My hand moved to the wrist of the hand that cupped my cheek, feeling the heat of his skin to my ice, seeing the cords that popped from his flesh. I traveled upward, feeling the mountains of his muscles, the valleys along the way to his shoulder. My fingers found a river and slowly trailed up, moving to his shoulder before my arm hooked around his neck.
His kiss deepened when he felt me touch him on my own. His arm circled my waist, and he pulled me into him tighter as his hand slid into my hair. Now I was hard against his chest, feeling the same slab of stone that had erected the castle walls that protected us.
His tongue came into my mouth next, meeting mine before they fell into a dance. His fingers dug deeper into my hair. His breaths became more intense. He tilted his head the other way and kissed me harder, the softness from our landing erased by the passion that filled the room. The fire crackled and burned in the hearth, the sound accompanying our loud breathing and hungry lips.
His hand moved down to my ass and squeezed one of the cheeks through my dress.
I breathed into his mouth at his touch because I’d never been grabbed like that before.
His hands slid farther down until he bunched the material in his hand. Then he started to pull it up, moving slowly and giving me a chance to stop it.
I didn’t.
Once he lifted the material to my torso, he drew it the rest of the way over my head, pulling my hair with it before he let the dress fall to the floor. He was just about to kiss me when he noticed I wore the lingerie his servant had provided. His eyes were looking over the thin material that barely left anything to the imagination.
If General Titan had gotten me the same outfit, I would have tried to hang myself with it. But with Talon, I put it on…and I felt beautiful wearing it.
He stared for several long seconds before his head dipped, and he kissed my shoulder. Then my collarbone. One of his arms slipped underneath my ass, and he lifted me, bringing me into his chest so we were nearly eye level.
He kissed me again, his hand moving into my hair as a single arm held my weight against him. “Lock your ankles.”
My legs hooked around his body, and my ankles came together, supporting me against him.
Both of his hands squeezed my ass, and he held me there, kissing me, my arms hooked around his shoulders, our heated embrace turning scorching once more. My fingers dug into his short hair as I kissed him, as I felt the distant burn between my legs, a burn that made me feel tight all over.
He carried me to the four-poster bed and rolled me to my back as he climbed on top in a single fluid motion. His head dipped to my chest as his hand forced its way underneath my back, causing me to arch my spine as he unclasped my bra. It was suddenly loose, and he bent his head into the material to push it up, his hot lips replacing the lace that had been there just a second ago. He kissed the valley between my breasts and dragged his tongue up before he gripped one of my tits and gave it a manly squeeze.
I lay there, both of my hands deep in his hair, experiencing caresses for the first time. My nipple slipped into his mouth and was sucked hard before the other one got the same treatment. His hard mouth did the gentlest things to my body, gave me the softest kisses. But then his mouth turned hungry and sucked me so hard, little marks were left behind.
He abruptly sat up, his hair a mess from the way I fisted it, and slid his thumbs into the lace over my hips. He hooked his thumbs and pulled, stopping when he got to the bottom of my ass. His eyes lifted to look at me, waiting for me to lift my hips so he could remove the bottoms.
But I was suddenly aware that I would be fully nude once he succeeded. Last time we were intimate together, my shirt had stayed on. Once this material was gone, it would just be my naked body underneath him.
“I want to see you.” He had the deepest voice, the sexiest voice I’d ever heard.
It coaxed me into submission, made me forget my reservations in light of the anxious pulse between my legs. I lifted my hips.
He slid the material the rest of the way.
Now I was completely naked on the bed, the draft from the cold suddenly noticeable over my bare skin.
Balanced on his knees, he slipped his thumbs into his pants and pushed them down, taking the underwear at the same time so his cock could come free. Pulsing and enormous like last time, it had a defined vein that ran from top to bottom. It oozed like last time, a drop of liquid that belonged on my tongue.
He kicked his bottoms the rest of the way until he was as naked as I was. All muscle underneath tight skin, veins like rivers that spanned across his body. A thick vein ran up from the base of his cock to the area below his belly button. The area had been cleared by a razor, so the details were easy to see. He had a deep V in his pelvis, the muscles so distinct, the separation was unmistakable. His muscular arms bulged as he leaned over me and suspended his weight above mine, his knees moving to separate my thighs.
My heart started to race again, like a stampede of deer sprinting through a valley. I was open to him, and our naked bodies were closer together than they’d ever been before. His narrow hips squeezed between the flesh of my thighs, and his cock dropped to my stomach. He was fully over me now, his head above mine, the bulging muscles of his arms flexed from holding his own weight above me.
My heart beat so hard I was certain he could see it pop out of my chest.