Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
She turned and offered him her back. The dress she wore had no zippers or buttons, merely two elaborate ties. She’d told him what she wanted. A long, slow adoration of her body. He didn’t have to move quickly and plot out how to bring this woman to pleasure. She was giving him a map, offering him the secrets of her desires, allowing him to indulge his own.
He drew her hair up and swept it to the side, his fingers luxuriating in the silken cloud. How long had it been since he took his time, since sex was something to sink into and not some drunken nightcap to end his day? Maybe never. Maybe because this was more than sex.
He carefully undid the first tie, revealing the golden skin of her shoulder. She leaned her head to the left slightly, allowing him access to that first, precious patch of skin. He touched her, letting his fingertips play over the warmth of her flesh. He skimmed from the curve of her neck down to her shoulder and along her arm.
The worries of the day were floating away and all that mattered was learning her, discovering her every curve and hollow.
“May I kiss you?” The question came naturally.
“Yes. Gently. We’re just starting out. This could take us all night.”
He leaned over, letting his lips find the spot where her neck and shoulder met. He brushed them there, aware of the way she shivered. “Given that I’ve waited fifteen years for this, I think a full night is what I need.”
“Did you only wait fifteen years?” He could hear the smile in her voice. “I think I waited a lifetime.”
He ran his mouth along her shoulder, breathing her in. “You’re right. It has been a lifetime.”
He moved to the other knot, easing it apart and pulling the fabric free. The instinct was there to toss the clothing aside, but that wasn’t what she’d asked him to do. She’d asked him for patience, and he intended to give it to her. His cock wouldn’t rule with this woman. He carefully folded the dress, his focus on the task at hand, and yet somehow it made him even more aware of what was to come. His hands ached to cup her breasts, to spread her thighs and get his mouth on her.
Not until she was ready. Not until he was insane for her.
She turned and he saw her naked for the first time. His queen. His. He was vitally aware of the possession that sparked through him. He didn’t want to share her with his people, but perhaps he could view it differently. She would be theirs when she was buttoned up and properly dressed. And when her hair was flowing around her like a silky cape, when her breasts were upthrust and begging for attention, when her pussy was on display, that was when she would be his queen. Only his.
And he, her only servant.
“You’re beautiful, Day.”
She smiled at him. “I’m glad you think so. I want everything you offered. Kiss me, Kashmir.”
He moved in, eager to get his mouth on her and yet a bit disappointed the play seemed to be over. Not that she would call it play. Not that he would tell her why he wanted it.
He was the king in all things. No weaknesses.
He reached for her, but she put a hand between them.
“I wasn’t talking about my mouth, love.”
He frowned. “Then we should go to the bed. I’ll lay you out and eat that soft pussy of yours like it’s the finest treat. I’ll lick you and suck you and fuck you with my tongue, but first we should find a comfortable place.”
Her eyes turned steely. “Or you can get on your knees for me and do all of it right here. Can you do that for me? Get on your knees and show me the pleasure of your mouth.”
On his knees? He hesitated, longing warring with what he’d been taught all his life.
“Don’t think, Kashmir.” Every word out of her mouth was velvet seduction. “Do as I ask. You don’t have to be the king in this room. You can be whoever you want to be. When we’re alone, we can throw off all the ideas of who and what we’re supposed to be and let ourselves flow. Get on your knees and worship me. Show me what you can offer me and I’ll reward you.”
It was a game. Play, as his kink friends would call it. They didn’t have to acknowledge anything. His bride was a bit kinky and that was something to welcome.
She didn’t have to know how much the idea of worshipping her fed his soul, how throwing off the heavy mantle of responsibility, tossing away his crown for a brief moment, tantalized him and energized him.