Page 16 of The Midnight King
His eyes widen, moonlight filling their gray depths. “Aren’t you here for the ball? For the Prince?”
“I came here for your son, yes,” I murmur. “But now I’d like to come for you… Your Majesty.”
It’s yet another daring declaration, far too risky, far too bold, and yet he seems to like it. A sound reverberates in his chest, a low rumble of satisfaction. His warm hand spreads across the small of my back, then slides all the way up my spine until he’s cupping my neck. Instinctively I sway into him, my body seeking the support of his.
With his free hand he plucks out the jeweled comb that was holding my hair halfway up. He flings the comb aside, and my hair tumbles free.
His hand flexes at my nape, and I relax into the grip, letting my head fall back and exposing my throat to him. I think I might die if he doesn’t kiss me right there, right over my pulse point, with that perfect mouth.
He’s breathing hard. I can feel the intensity of his stare, the urgency of his body, the bulge of his cock pressing against my stomach. He wants me desperately. And yet he hesitates.
“Are you doing this because you want to fuck a king?” he asks.
“No!” I lift my head, facing him. We’re so close my lips graze his when I speak, and the contact sends a trembling rush through my veins. “No,” I say, more softly, my breath ghosting over his mouth. “I don’t care who you are. This is simply a moment in time between strangers. I’ve been wretchedly miserable and this whole night is a dream, a beautiful one. It has given me hope when I thought all was hopeless. And your touch—the pleasure and freedom we could enjoy together—it’s something I need. Something I would beg you for, if my pride would allow it.”
“You don’t care who I am,” he repeats, as if to confirm it. “A different face, a different body would do just as well for you?”
He’s asking if I would fuck him if he wasn’t a king, if I would fuck anyone right now, just to find the release I crave. Again, I choose honesty. “Yes. Maybe that’s wrong…”
“No,” he says quickly, vehemently. “No, it’s right. Let this be a dream between us.”
His fingers slide over my breast, pulling down the edge of the bodice. I suck in a breath as cool air caresses my exposed skin. As my nipple tightens with the chill, he puts out his tongue and licks it.
The sensation sends me into a heady spiral, a gasp breaking from my lips. At the sound, he reacts with violent urgency, dragging down the bodice of the gown until both my breasts are exposed. I stand on quivering legs, clasping his shoulders while he mouths each breast in turn.
No man has ever touched me like this. I’ve never experienced anything so wonderful.
The King releases my nipple from his beautiful mouth, then picks me up, gown and all, and carries me over to a long couch in a shadowed corner. After draping my body on it, he undoesthe rest of the buttons on his shirt, baring his muscular upper body. His chest is lightly cloaked with curling silver hair, and when he climbs onto the couch with me, I run greedy fingers over the expanse of him, drinking in every new texture.
Thisis how a man’s skin feels. Hot and smooth, soft in places, yet with hard muscle rippling under the skin. He lets me explore him for a moment while his body hovers over mine on the couch. Then he’s shoving my dress up, out of his way. He grasps my panties and pulls them off… but before tossing them aside, he bunches them under his nose and inhales the scent, his eyes closing blissfully.
I have no idea if that’s normal male behavior, but I love the raw, primal urgency of it, just like I love the way he throws my legs apart and plunges his face between them. He does it so quickly that I have no time to be self-conscious before I’m feeling him there, with the scruff of his beard grazing my inner thighs, tantalizing every sensitive bit of me.
I want to scream. It’s too much, yet it’s not enough—and his tongue—fuck, histongue. Sharp little breaths shatter from my lips, until I’m so sensitive that I must scream or I will die. I bite the back of my wrist while the King drives his tongue through my folds, over and over, ending each stroke with a delicate little swirl over my clit.
Then his tongue is dancing, dancing, pattering against my clit and I’m sobbing, biting deeper into my wrist as I try not to scream.Fuck, fuck, fuck—
I’m flying, streaking high into the sky like a star with a tail of fire. I’m coming, coming in hard spasms against his mouth, and my lips are open but I can’t make a sound. He presses the flat of his tongue over my sex while I writhe in mute ecstasy.
I manage to breathe at last. Huge shuddering gasps of pleasure burst from my lungs.
The King smiles and wipes his mouth with his hand. He’s withdrawing from me, as if we’re done.
Fuck no. I’m so far from being done with him. When I have the chance to pleasure myself, I can usually come three times, and I’m greedy enough to want another climax. This will be the night that I lose my virginity on my own terms. It’s one way I can claim ownership of my body and steal something from my stepmother that was never hers to begin with.
I reach for the King, violence in my voice. “This isn’t finished.”
“Thank Fate,” he groans with a hoarse laugh. He opens his pants and pushes them down just enough to reveal a very fine ass and a long, erect cock.
I’m suddenly conscious of how wide my legs are spread, even as the library door stands partly open. We’re in a dark corner, but someone could still enter and observe us. What would the Prince think of me fucking his father after we danced together for so long?
The idea of hurting the Prince unsettles me a bit. But this isn’t about some man I barely know. It’s about me. My choice. My power over my own body.
The King grips my thigh, pushes my leg up. With his other hand he strokes the tip of his cock through my pussy, slathering himself in my wetness. “Drenched,” he murmurs with a sly grin.
I don’t return the smile. I’m tense, gripping the back of the sofa and the cushions, waiting for his invasion.
It’s just sex, a cock in a hole. Simple enough. And I want this. So why am I suddenly fearful?