Page 66 of The Midnight King
We’re side by side, facing the bed, but I turn toward him, letting my body brush against his. Killian’s breath quickens slightly, and his lips part as he gazes down at me.
His palms land at my waist, the gentlest of touches. He gathers the silky material slowly, exposing my bare legs a little at a time, until I lift my arms, a mute request for him to remove the nightgown. He draws it over my head, flings it away, then glides both hands up my sides, following the curves of my body.
He’s wearing a suit and I’m naked except for a pair of lace panties, and somehow I find the contrast wildly titillating. Killian sweeps both hands over the fullness of my breasts with a low moan of admiration, and my nipples peak in response.
“These are so beautiful,” he whispers, ducking to take one between his lips for a moment. His tongue dances around my nipple, and I quiver at the sensation of pleasure trickling between my legs.
Killian straightens again and pulls me against him, running both hands down my back, slipping them beneath my panties so he can cup my ass. He strokes both cheeks, as if he’s relishing the smooth curves, and then he squeezes lightly. I tremble against him.
Tonight I’m not the girl who stepped on a King’s throat. I will be her again, sometime. But right now, I don’t want to be the dominant one. I don’t want to decide anything or rule anything. I simply want to be cherished, touched, and savored by someone who has proven his love for me.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Killian sinks to his knees. He slides my panties down my legs, and I step out of them.
He touches me with his fingers first—one fingertip tracing the seam of my sex, parting it for him. He dips in, coating his finger with my wetness. Then he looks up at me and puts that finger in his mouth.
I inhale as a little thrill pulses through my clit.
Killian smiles and uses both his thumbs to pull back the lips of my sex, exposing the sensitive bits in between. He leans in and lets his warm breath flow over my pussy.
Then his tongue flicks against my clit.
I gasp. He does it again, longer this time, the tip of his tongue flickering over the tender nub until I’m so excruciatingly sensitive I can barely breathe.
“Killian,” I gasp. “Killian, Killian…”
He presses his whole mouth against me then, lips and jaws moving as if he wants to eat me whole, and all the while that wicked tongue swirls and darts in, swirls and darts in, over and over. Every breath of mine is a sharp sob cut in two—my thighs quiver and I press myself convulsively against his face, trying to find release.
Killian pauses, and I nearly cry with desperation—but then he strides to the bed, vanishing all his own clothes as he does so. He stretches himself out on the undamaged side of the sheets and beckons to me. “Ride my face, Sin.”
“But… how… I’ve never…”
“Sshhh,” he soothes me. “You’ll love it, trust me. I’ll help you.”
Cautiously I climb onto the bed and kneel astride his face, but I stay above him, nervous about settling into position.
“Don’t hover, darling.” He lifts his head and gives my wet pussy a quick kiss. “Sit on my face. Rub against me. Use me.”
That swift press of his lips makes me so desperate that I need no further encouragement. I lower myself and rock my hips, rubbing my pussy against his face. Killian moans into my sex, his tongue thrashing deliciously as he tastes me. Then he grasps my waist and lifts me up for a moment.
“Would you like the King instead?” he asks. “His mouth and his beard are better for this.”
I almost say yes, but then I look down at his sweet face and his lavender eyes, glowing with lust and with love for me.
“No,” I tell him. “Not the King this time. I want you, exactly as you are.”
Joy floods his gaze, and he pulls me down over his mouth. He wraps both arms around my hips and works me against him with such voracious enthusiasm that I can’t stand it, I can’t bear it. I reach forward and grab the bedpost, bracing myself as I grind against his mouth, as he nuzzles deeper into me. I come with a searing cry, gripping the bedpost and his hair for dear life, riding his face urgently as the orgasm commands my whole body.
When it tapers off, I move back, letting him breathe. His face is damp and flushed, his lips glistening, his eyes shining like lavender stars.
I’m astride his chest now, but I move even farther back, until I feel the tip of his cock bump against my swollen pussy. I reach behind me, grab his length, and slide him right inside me.
He gives a startled cry, and his hands fly to my waist instinctively. “Oh fuck,” he whimpers. “How does this feel so good?”
I smile, delighted by that whimper. Something about the loss of his control turns me on like nothing else.
“Show me how the Fae fuck,” I murmur, tracing one of his nipples with my fingertip.
A low groan, almost a growl, thrums through his chest, and a feral light gleams in his eyes. The next second he’s tipping us both over, rolling me onto my back. His cock slips out of me, but he guides it back in immediately, groaning as he achieves a depth I’ve never felt before. I suck in a quick breath, eyes wide, as he starts to fuck me.