The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,68
on the floor and learn all of him, ride him like a saddle made perfectly for my pleasure and release. Instead, I let him control the slow and steady pace, my body still learning how to accommodate him, every buck of his body growing sweeter. This was like drinking a bottle of wine by myself, a sort of dragging, dizzy, giggling feeling.
Owen panted, his eyes taking in a view I couldn't see for myself, watching my body swallow him up, sucking on his length as he pulled away. His thrusts grew more urgent, faster and a little deeper, and I moaned loudly and bit on his fingers to show my approval. Owen grunted and our skin began to slap, a little wetness smacking at the inside of my thighs.
I begged, but the words were muffled, and then I praised and crooned nonsensically in thanks as I realized I would come, and it would be strong. Owen gasped as I started to clutch.
"That's it, little Mistress. Gush and squeeze around me. I'm going to carry you to the table and give you all of me next, whether the others are still there or not. Would you like that?"
Apparently, I would, because I came with a surprised little scream, my hands slipping. Owen's hand pulled from my mouth, and he pinned me in place, hands on my waist, as he fucked me roughly through my orgasm. The magic was there on my fingertips, and I wanted badly to cling to Owen, to drag him under its force with me, but my fingers flashed wide.
Candlelight flared, not just from above, but all around us, and the library groaned, wooden shelves straightening. There was a sound of glass sprinkling and mending with a squeak, the opposite of a shattering.
And all through it, I trembled and clutched gratefully around Owen's cock. He pressed in deep, arms circling my waist and his mouth sucking on my throat as I shuddered and began to settle, his hips still nudging.
"Good work, Mistress," Owen chuckled. "Do you want more?"
I panted and my arms looped around Owen's broad shoulders, but I was careful not to touch him. Owen was still hard inside of me, and the Hunger was still there, gnawing and growling and waiting for more.
"You promised," I said, and then giggled as Owen's hands cupped my ass through my skirt, holding me to him.
"Tighter," Owen breathed, voice a little strained. I squeezed him tighter, everywhere, and Owen grunted and nearly started bucking again, before lifting me off the shelf and carrying me out into the aisle.
With one glance back over my shoulder, I sighed. The others had left the table and probably the library altogether. I couldn't decide if I was relieved or disappointed. It might've been fun to have Cosmo waiting for us, and there was something intriguingly dangerous about the idea of Thao and Wendell watching.
Maybe they might entertain themselves?
"You knew they were gone," I said to Owen, who smiled, although he looked a little strained and desperate.
"With your first moans," he said, grinning. And then he set me down at the edge of the table, lifting my hips up to meet his and letting me fall backward onto the books. "Hold on, Bryony," he gasped.
I reached for the edges of the table, but not before Owen began to rut wildly into me, my voice spilling out on a thrilled yell. He was deeper, and one of his hands turned immediately to my clit, stirring me into a kicking frenzy as I bucked to meet his thrusts. There was an occasional sting of too much, but Owen was careful to distract me with pleasure, warmth growing where we were joined.
"Give me your breasts," he grunted, and I wrestled into my own bodice to pull them up to the edges of my collar, Owen falling forward to feast on them with licks and bites and ferocious sucks, pulling a direct line between my cunt and his mouth.
"Yes! Yes, Owen!" I whimpered and then gave into the urge to hold him to me. The table squawked in protest beneath us, and one of the books on the other end of the table clattered over the edge.
"If I come before you, you should use your magic to make me hard again," Owen growled, and then he nipped at my breast.
I laughed and gasped, shaking my head, and Owen's thumb strummed over my clit faster. I didn't care who came first, as long as we both would this time.