“You taste sweet, Princess.”
Nausea churns my stomach. That kiss was in no way pleasant for me. His tongue moves quickly like a lizard catching its prey. Taking a moment, I fight down the sensation of hurling all over him.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening and for the gift. It will be my pleasure to see you at the trials tomorrow.”
“And mine, Princess.”
Leaning in, he kisses my cheek.
“Let me walk you to the door.”
“No need.” Matheas appears like a ghost in the night, a figure from the darkness. The light illuminates his muscular frame as he steps into it. Malark seems as surprised as I am.
“Of course. I’ll leave her in your care, Matheas.”
Holding my stomach, I grimace as I watch him leave. Matheas places his arm at my back and leads me in the opposite direction.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“I can tell,” he laughs. “Are you going to be sick?”
“I hope not, but I sure as hell want to wash my mouth out. Five minutes sooner, next time. Five minutes, Matheas.”
He laughs deep from his chest as we enter the palace.
In my bedroom, I exit the adjoining bathroom, my mouth now minty fresh. Matheas is sitting on my bed with a cool glass of water in hand. Taking it from him, I gulp it down, then set the empty glass on my nightstand.
“At least I know Malark is off the list.”
Sitting next to him, I frown.
“None of them are on the list. I’m going through the motions. Holding it together the best I can.”
Touching my arm, he strokes down from my shoulder, caressing me affectionately.
“If you think I want this, I don’t. It’s unfair, not having a choice of what I do with my body, of who I lay with, who I marry. I’ve always been envious of your freedom to lay with who you want.” Falling back on the soft, red comforter, I stare up at the dome ceiling of painted glass. Through the lighter colors, I can see the moon, full and bright. “I fired Alayna. I was jealous she could have you, and I admit, I don’t want her anywhere near you.”
Lying next to me, he wraps a strand of hair around his finger and tugs, bringing my attention to his face.
“Now you know how I feel each time a suitor takes your attention from me. I worry one of them will sweep you off your feet and take the one woman I’ve always wanted.”
“Always wanted?”
“Yes, since we were young. It’s why I let you best me in battles. Why I threatened every boy who came too close.”
“You threatened them?” I laugh and he smirks.
“I did. Thomas was the only one brave enough to kiss you. I made an example out of him. Your father kept me from following you and Malark tonight because he knows the men are afraid of pursuing you with me around.”
“I can imagine their first request as King would be to remove you as my bodyguard and advisor. That’s exactly why I don’t want to marry. I always want you by my side.”
“Is that the real reason you don’t want to marry? Because you don’t want to lose me?”
Reaching up, I touch his cheek, the day’s stubble graces his strong jaw. Rubbing my thumb over his lips, I stare up at his intense blue eyes.
“Yes, I never want to lose you. I want to be able to have you, to lay with you, to know your love.”
Putting his hand over mine, he caresses my hand with his thumb, slowly rubbing down my arm. Wrapping his arm around my back, he rolls us, putting us on our sides, limbs tangled around one another.
“I want the same, Fi. I want you all to myself, to never have to worry about another man taking you from me. I want to lay with you and feel what it’s like to have your love, night after night.”
“Then let’s begin with tonight.”
When his lips touch mine, it feels right, arousing, soft, sensuous, and fulfilling, yet at the same time leaving me aching for more. Hand lost in my hair, he gives into the kiss as much as I am. Against my thigh, I feel his erection. My curiosity draws my hand down. Over his pants, I rub him, and he growls into my mouth.
“Too many clothes, Fi, there are too many clothes between us.”
Hand sliding up my shirt, I follow his lead and raise my camisole up and off. Pressing me down to the mattress, his mouth covers my right nipple, sucking and biting as his hand massages my whole breast.
Arching my back in uncontrollable desire, my body becomes a puppet to his every whim. Feathering kisses down my center, he leaves a trail of pleasure to the top of my shorts. Tucking his hands into them, he pulls them from my hips. Gaze focused between my legs, he places a hand on each thigh and spreads my legs for him to see everything.
“I’ve always liked that you keep it trimmed.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, Princess, I like everything I see.”
Hands under my ass, he slides me up the bed. Remaining where he was, he lowers between my legs. The warm touch of his tongue meets my clit, and I let out a quiet, short squeal of satisfaction. The next few minutes are a blur of sucking, nibbling, licking, rubbing, and me losing all control. The touch of his lips stops when my fists clench the comforter and I moan through my orgasm.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous when you’re coming from my touch.”
Pulling him down to me, he lies between my legs, and I feel his erection pressing against me. Pushing my hips up, I press him harder into me.
“I want more.”
“I can pleasure you, Fi,” he rocks against me, and I tilt my head back, moaning from the sensation. “but I can’t enter you.”
“You can have me another way.”
Looking down at me, his pupils expand, his desire evident.
“Would you let me have you like that?”
“Yes. I want to feel you inside me, but it’s only fair you let me taste you first.”
Lifting his shirt off, he reveals a defined and muscled torso. With his handsome face and muscular body, I could stare at him for hours. His handsomeness is the kind that draws the attention of every woman he walks past, and I’m blessed he only wants mine. Caressing the ridges of his abs, I lower my hands to his pants, unfastening them and folding them down over his hips. Part of his erection is visible—thick and hard, ready to burst free. Pulling him out, I take a moment to admire his cock and take in the detail of the vein running down the long length. I lean forward, sucking the pre-cum from the tip. Hand in my hair, he tilts his head back.
“I need more, Fi. I’m aching to be taken in your mouth.”
Parting my lips, I take as much of him as I can and suck hard. Taking him further into my throat, he lets out a deep moan. Keeping my pace, I swap between sucking and sliding him down my throat. Minutes later, I feel him thicken and slow my pace.
“Fi, I’m going to come hard.”
Hot cum shoots into my mouth, and I swallow it down, licking him clean, and kissing his tip. Hands on my shoulders, he lowers me down onto the mattress, his spent cock laying against my pussy lips.
“I didn’t expect it to be that good. You’re exquisite.”
Caressing my face, cheeks, and lips, he stares down at me, his eyes full of affection.
“You’re going to turn me into an addict. I’m going to want you to suck my cock like that all the time.”