I look at him through my lashes, his lips turn up into a smirk and I don’t miss the way that his hands move at his hips. I bite my bottom lip as I think about what his hands at his hips is going to mean in just a few moments.
“Come to me,” he demands roughly as he finishes unlacing his tights and I watch his fingers curl around his hard length.
Licking my lips, I watch as he strokes himself for me. Slowly, I climb the few steps toward him. Gathering my nightgown in my hands, he spreads his legs and I sink down to my knees between his thighs.
Elias reaches forward with his free hand, sliding his fingers through the side of my hair, gathering strands before he grips them at the back of my head. I expect him to pull me down toward his waiting hard cock, but he doesn’t. He continues to stroke, his black glittering gaze focused on me.
Lowering my head, I keep my eyes on his as I open my mouth and touch my lips to the tip, before I open my mouth and take as much of him inside of me as possible. He groans, but his eyes never waver, never leave mine as my head bobs along his length.
“You are my goddess, Sybilla. My Queen,” he rasps, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I hum around him, watching as his eyes widen a fraction before his lips twitch into a small smile. He allows me to suck and lick him for a few moments, completely enjoying my power as much as my submission.
His hand gently tugs my head away, his grin widening as he looks down at me. “Come and sit astride me, sweeting. Ride me on this abhorrent king’s throne.”
Standing, I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips as I look down at him. “Maybe we shouldn’t, not here,” I breathe.
Elias smirks, lifting one hand, he cups my jaw, the other he wraps around my waist and without a single word of warning, he pulls me down along his length, filling me like only he can. I let out a gasp, my eyes widening in surprise as his thumb gently glides along my bottom lip.
“I will take you in every single room of this castle. We rule here, he will be naught but a fading memory not only in this castle, but to the people of Llyne,” he grinds out.
I’m too lost in the feeling of my body being stretched by him, wondering how I’ve survived these past hours without him buried inside of me, wishing that I could keep him with me every minute of every day. Elias’ thumb slides along my bottom lip again.
My eyes find his and I give him a small smile. “Whatever you need, My King,” I breathe.
He grins, lifting his hips, and I whimper with a roll of my own. “You love me,” he rasps.
I nod, my eyes rolling slightly as my hips begin to move, finding a rhythm that I know will bring me toward my climax sooner rather than later. Elias chuckles, his hand moving down to curl around the side of my neck as his thumb strokes the center.
“I love you as well, Sybilla.”
His eyes are glittery and black, they are all-consuming and my breath hitches at the sight of him as I continue to ride, continue to roll my hips and just feel him, all of him inside of me.
“Soon I will take all of you, sweeting. Every part of you will belong to me,” he rasps.
A moan escapes my lips at the thought of Elias taking every square inch of my body as his own. The hand at my waist travels beneath my gown, gripping my thigh as his fingers dance up and then wrap around the globe of my ass.
I shiver as his fingers make their way toward the crack of my ass, then begin to rub firm circles there. “Elias,” I breathe.
He grins, his fingers continuing to work me as I continue to take his cock, working myself closer and closer toward release.
Wordlessly, a finger slips inside of my back entrance and I let out a sharp cry at the sensation. “Push back, take my finger, and soon you’ll feel my cock back there, you’ll beg for it, sweeting,” he breathes, his jaw clenched tightly.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I nod and I do exactly what he wants. I fuck his cock and his finger, over and over