The King of Hearts - Jovee Winters Page 0,48

cracked when he said my name. “I’ve never wanted to make you unhappy. Your happiness is paramount to me. It always has been, but—”

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling heat gathering behind them. “I know. I know. I just don’t know what enemy I could have made. My father held such a tight grip on me growing up, I didn’t get out much. I have no friends to speak of really, I don’t know why I want to leave.”

“Is this palace not beautiful enough for you?” He asked, and I heard his strangled plea that I help him to understand.

Releasing the blanket, it immediately puddled around my waist, freeing my breasts. I shook my head. “I’m so happy I could burst. But Phineas, all my life I was told what I could and could not do. All my life I was given constraints. And as much as I love you—”

“I’m doing it to you too,” he said softly.

I nodded. Feeling as though I might cry, because I didn’t want to hurt him. Phineas had such a good soul. A good heart. And I knew he loved me. No woman could be loved more.

“I’ve trapped my butterfly in a cocoon, haven’t I?” he asked, and I was pleasantly startled to feel the heat of his breath roll over my mouth. My stomach churned, and need rose in me. My nipples sharpened to points.

“Phineas, I don’t want to hurt you. Please understand me.”

“What do you need, Psyche? What would bring you joy?”

I gasped, realizing what his words meant. And while I wanted to tell him that I wanted to be out in the world again, exploring all that it had to offer, I also knew it would make him panic. For whatever reason my mate truly did believe me in danger if I stepped foot outside these gates.

And I trusted that he must have a valid reason for feeling so. My need to feel like my own woman was also tempered by my desire to do right by him too. I wanted him to know that he could trust me. That I held him in the same esteem that he held me. That his feelings were valid too.

“My sisters,” I said excitedly.

“Your sisters,” he sounded dubious. “What of them?”

It was no secret he thought my sisters silly and vainglorious, but they were my blood. I loved them and I knew they loved me, even if they were sometimes very silly sisters.

“Let them come here. To the palace. Let us have a visit? Tea. Cakes. Just a small gathering. If I should get that I know that I would feel more settled here. I wish to show you off.”

“Well they can’t see me.” He chuckled deeply and I felt the bed dip just a second before his hot hand landed on the inside of my thigh.

I sighed, feeling the delicious curl of golden heat wind through me as it always did when Phineas touched me so.

“No, no I suppose they can’t,” I squeezed out when suddenly my legs were gently shoved open, exposing the center, the very wet center, of me.

I gasped as the cool air caressed my sensitive bud. Phineas had shown me pleasures with his hands, his body, and his mouth that I’d never known could be possible before. He was an inventive and skilled lover and I found out rather quickly into our arrangement that I had a wanton side to me I’d never known existed before.

“If I said yes to this would my queen be happy with me?”

My heart stuttered and I bit my bottom lip when his hot hands landed on my knees and spread me even further open to him. “Phi…Phineas,” I gasped, “I would be so…so—”

His mouth was on me. Licking. Suckling. Gently biting me. He slid two fingers deep inside of me. My head thrashed on the pillow, and my eyes squeezed shut. I felt as though I might explode from the pleasure. I was spiraling higher and higher, floating into the clouds as he would sometimes take me to.

My breathing became erratic and then I groaned when he sucked that nerve rich part of me deep into his mouth. My hands flew immediately to the back of his head and I rode him hard, demanding more and he gave me more. So much more. Darkness spiraled into my vision, obliterating any spec of light.

But it was okay, because I wanted this sweet death. I wanted to be joined in it with him.

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