The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,61
to fuck Owen in the stables, but I'd also been ridden heavily by the Hunger. It was here now between Cosmo and I, but it wasn't the painful clench and demand, more of a sinuous cloud of desire floating between us.
Cosmo was broad shouldered and lean. He bent over me, arms bracing himself to hover above me, the tips of grasses reaching out to tickle his cheek. The damp fabric of my shift stretched and then rose higher up my thighs as Cosmo sank against me. His hips rocked, and my eyes fell shut, lips parted on a silent cry as the warm pressure against my sex flared, a match catching its flame. His lips pressed to my pulse.
"Now? Here?" he whispered, but there was something missing in the question.
I nodded and kissed his lips. "With you, yes."
He wasn't a convenient body. He was Cosmo, my observant artist, and I wanted him intensely and immediately.
“And your tea?”
“Every morning,” I answered, speaking of the contraceptive tea Cosmo had convinced me to ask Cook Umber for. I wasn’t like the rest of my family, even if I did have the hunger and Cosmo was probably right to caution me on this front too. I wanted to claim a kingdom before creating an heir.
Cosmo sighed, and I wrapped my arms around his back, tapping my fingers over knots of muscle and sun-warmed skin. He settled on top of me and the weight of him, pressing my thighs open to make room for his body against mine, was exquisite pressure. He rocked softly over me, and every nudge of our hips connecting made my breath catch.
"I want to draw one hundred sketches of you like this, just to memorize the moment," he whispered.
I ignored my own blush and nipped his chin. "That would take a lot of time. I'd rather memorize the feel of you inside me with one hundred thrusts," I said.
Cosmo's belly laugh always hit him suddenly, and I grinned at the low and loud happy sound as it poured out of him. "Bryony!" His eyebrows raised, and his tone softened. "You've never had sex before."
I narrowed my eyes. "I've never had this kind of sex before. A cock inside me. Will it make a difference for you?"
"Ha! I…I am more concerned for your sake."
I sighed and lifted my hips, smiling and letting my eyes fall shut as I ground myself against Cosmo and listened to his guttural groan. "I…I had Owen's mouth on me. That seems more…obscene or intimate in some way. His eyes were awfully close to a part of me I've seen very little of. This simply seems equitable by comparison."
I opened my eyes just in time to see Cosmo's eyes fixed to my straining breasts. His tongue licked his lip and he grinned at me.
"Well…that's a valid argument."
"Are you worried about hurting me like Owen is?" I asked.
Cosmo hummed and passed his lips over mine. "No. It will be intense, but I can make sure I don't hurt you."
And with that, the discussion ended. Cosmo rolled to the side, one of his hands diving into my hair to clutch at my roots and hold me in place for a plunging, rough kiss. The other hand traveled to the top of my corset, pulling at the laces there. No knife then. Maybe I could convince him another time? Instead, he kissed me, on and on, until I struggled for air. There was no purchase for me to find in the kiss, it was entirely under Cosmo's control, licks and nibbles, his tongue thrusting against mine. Without him between my legs, I could only press them together to try and relieve the pressure the kiss created. It was a poor replacement, and my hands grappled over the planes of his back, trying to drag him back on top of me, but he refused to budge.
Slowly, the simmering Hunger began to boil, my skin too tight, my lips clumsy as I tried to find a measure of control. I needed to be filled, needed the pressure of Cosmo's body to pin me back on the ground. I barely noticed as the corset loosened, falling away from my sides like petals. I wouldn't have felt it at all, except without the occupation of my laces, Cosmo's hand found a new task.
Fingertips grazed against my core, and I whimpered at the touch. And then Cosmo pulled away from the kiss with the first slow plunge of a finger inside of me.