King Among the Dead - Lauren Gilley Page 0,67

petted her curls. Slow, gentle, his gaze fixed on his own hand where it disappeared slowly, slowly, slowly. His fingertips finally found her clit, and the sound she made was high and breathless. The jolt of sensation almost burned it was so acute. It brought the quick heat of tears to her eyes, and she blinked them away, biting her lip to keep quiet, watching.

Just as he watched. He stroked her more firmly, little darts of pleasure that left her chest heaving, wet nipples glistening in the firelight.

“Beck, please…”

With a slow, steady push, he slipped his whole hand down into her panties. Cupped her sex. Parted her wet folds with clever fingers, and found her entrance.

“Look at me,” he said, begged, as he pressed the first finger inside.

His gaze caught hold of hers, speared right through her, as he thrust shallowly in and out, stretching her, making her wetter. His fingers looked so slender, but it didn’t feel that way, inside her – the stretch burned, but in a good way. Made her feel alive, made her feel like a woman, wanted and beautiful.

“God.” He let out a shuddering breath. A muscle leaped in his jaw. “Rosie, God.” He pulled out, and pressed back in with two fingers.

Rose pressed her shoulders back against the rug, and rocked her hips, finding his steady rhythm, matching it. Trying to take him deeper. The tension in her belly was verging on unbearable; she needed this, needed more of it. Chased a relief that only he could give her.

He added a third finger, and gripped his cock again, stroked himself in time with the press and retreat of his fingers in her sex. “I could come. Oh, Christ, I could come just like this,” he said, panting. He pressed deep, and her back arched. “But fuck, I’m not going to.”

He pulled his hand from her panties – she mourned the loss, until he lifted his fingers to his face and sucked them one by one into his mouth, licking her juices from between them; tonguing it from his knuckles.

“Oh my God,” she murmured. Her pulse was thrumming beneath every inch of skin. She knew she had to glow pink; had reached a point where she was too turned on to do much of anything.

But that was okay, because Beck seemed done with drawing things out.

He shuffled back, and gripped her jeans and panties and tugged them down in one go; off her feet and over his shoulder somewhere. He stood only long enough to take care of his own, and then he was crawling back to her, prowling up her body like a big cat, hips settling against hers.

She could feel him now, hard and hot against her thigh. He shifted, and she could feel him against her sex; his cock slid against her wetness and it sent a crack of electricity through her; left her grabbing his shoulders and holding tight, gaze seeking his.

When she found it, his was impossible: impossible to think that he was looking at her this way, finally, that he wanted her so badly he trembled.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He kissed her again. Touched her again, fingers spreading her, teasing. And then she felt the head of his cock against her entrance, so much larger than his fingers had been. Blunt, steady pressure, and she stretched, and it burned – but it was a welcome pain. Cherished things didn’t come easy, if at all, in her experience. She wanted him inside her more than she wanted to avoid discomfort.

He pulled back from the kiss a fraction, his lips still brushing hers. “Breathe,” he murmured. “Just breathe, sweetheart.” His voice sounded strange, but sweet, too. He was holding back for her, going so carefully. Gentle nudges, pressing in slow, slow, slow. “It’s alright.” He touched her face, feather-light, and his gaze shifted over her features, a notch between his brows. Worrying. “It’s alright. Tell me to stop.”

Never. In answer, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her body opened to him. A sudden give. He slid in deeper with a grunt, eyes closing as he tried to keep still. But she smoothed her hands down his arms, encouraging, marveling at the sensation of him going deeper inside her, and his hips gave little involuntary twitches. Deeper, deeper – and then he was there. Fully seated, and it was so much. But it didn’t hurt.

Rose let out a breath that felt punched out of her. She was all filled up, and there was no