Sound of Madness A Dark Royal Romance - Maria Luis Page 0,105
down over mine.
He swallows my cry of surprise and he soothes my restless whimpers with delicious strokes of his tongue. Then, with his hands gripping my upper arms, he tugs me with him when he sits up. He feeds me a frantic kiss before stripping off his trousers and then gives me another that’s no less all-consuming after he pulls my joggers and knickers down the length of my legs.
Naked, he sits on the edge of the bed with his feet planted on the floor. Lets his knees fall open like he’s leaving space for me to crawl between them. Voice low, he orders, “Straddle me.”
Not yet.
This bubble we’ve created around ourselves will pop soon. Someone is hunting Margaret and someone else is still stalking Damien and his brothers, and once this moment ends, I fear we’ll be forced right back into the harsh-limned light of reality. I’m not ready to return to a Britain on the brink of war; I’m not ready to let go of this small corner of the world where wishes come true and we feed the beast of hope instead of slaughtering it for putting us at risk.
Needing to make these seconds last the length of forever, I dip my chin. “Let me look at you first. Let me see you.”
It’s more than I thought to have after days where darkness swallowed me whole.
Crawling off the bed, I back up and take him in. The hair-dusted calves and the thick, muscular thighs. The heavy cock that bobs against his ripped stomach and the ink scrawled in Old Norse, and I must be overtly ogling him because Damien grips the base of his hard-on with a low groan.
“Go ahead,” I murmur, my mouth dry.
“Jesus, Rowena.”
I shake my head, sending floaters scattering.
And I watch, unable to look away, as he skims his big hand up the length of his cock. The vein in his throat visibly throbs, the color in his cheeks turning a muted pink that has nothing to do with hesitation and everything to do with lust, with want. He teases me with a short pump at the crown. Drags his palm over the head before moving down to circle the root.
I touch my tongue to my bottom lip.
A beat later, his knuckles whiten with tension when he plants his free hand down on the mattress.
Muscles ripple under his inked skin as he physically sinks into his grip, his thighs spreading wider, his shoulders appearing that much broader when he eases into his tight fist, over and over again. His flame-blue eyes are fixed on my face. I sense his anticipation of what’s to come, feel his urgency for me in every thrust that he gives himself. He’s a vision. Delicious. Wicked. Dark hair falls over his forehead and his lids lower to half-mast. Then his head tips back, his throat working with a deep groan, and the hand on his cock squeezes the crown and sinks back down a little rougher with every pass.
My mouth waters.
Heart races.
“I need you,” he rasps, fisting the sheets in one hand as his hips begin to pump hard and fast into his hand. “Rowena, I need you.”
I don’t make him wait.
He grasps my hips the second that I’m within reach and he brings me in, so that the mattress dips with the pressure of my knees on either side of his hips. Down past the raven and skull, his abdominal muscles clench with restraint as he palms my spread thighs. Bruised hands against unmarred legs. Supple flesh that pinkens when he grips me hard and begs for my mouth.
I say yes with my lips.
Say yes with my body, too, as I reach down to position his cock against my entrance. We’re doing it again—the reckless, wanton thing—but neither of us says no as I lower myself down on top of him. Fast and hard until his palms go to my arse and he stills all downward movement.
My eyes fly to his. “I thought—”
“Let me bring you to the sun.” His lips curl to one side, as if he enjoys the thought of me bathing in warm sunlight. “A wish for a wish, Rowena. You gave me mine and I’ll be damned if I don’t give you yours.”
I kiss him again, open-mouthed and raw, and my core muscles clench when I feel him lift me until only the crown of his cock remains inside. He thrusts upward, lifting his hips, then brings me down a little more.