“I nearly came from the sight.” He kneaded her plump mound and licked his lips. “Are you hungry for me, Chantel?” Growling again.
The truth spilled from her. “I’m starved for you, Kaysar. And I’m going to have every bit of you.”
* * *
KAYSAR BLINKED AND found himself flat on his back, Chantel a grinning, confident queen above him. Had she flittered them into a different position?
He knew the ability should bother him. At the moment, he couldn’t rationalize why. “Your power grows.”
“It does. Daily.” On her knees, situated between his legs, she pushed the robe from her shoulders. The material whooshed away, fully baring those plump breasts topped by their coral-pink nipples. She might as well have a tattoo saying Kiss Here. “I learned during yesterday’s lesson. I have to concentrate and really, really want to relocate, but I can do it.”
And he’d missed the excitement of a new accomplishment. Kaysar nearly howled.
“Shall I tell you more about what I learned,” she purred, “or shall I continue?”
Beyond speech, he gave an imperious wave of his hand. What would she do?
When she wiggled to position her mouth mere inches from his throbbing shaft, he nearly howled for a different reason.
Anticipation seized him. Would she suck him off? Was he to know this pleasure?
“Oh, dear,” she said, drawing those beautiful lips away from his length. “This is what I had planned for you before your trip.”
A curse welled up, and he found his voice. With a gravelly tone, he said, “Do not tease me, sweetling.” He reached back and clasped the wrought iron headboard. “Tell me you’ll be good and drink every drop I can give you.”
“I want to tell you...but I don’t know if I should.” She lowered again. Almost...
He held his breath. Would she...?
She glided her tongue over the head of his shaft, capturing a bead of pre-cum. A hoarse sound left him, the pleasure unfathomable.
Her eyelids went heavy. “Suck you off—reward you—after you abandoned me for days and days and days?” She blew where she’d licked. “Tsk-tsk. This mistress doesn’t play that way.”
He trembled, the severity of his need making him desperate. “Another taste then.” The sight of this woman and her big silver eyes glittering with excitement kept him teetering on a blade’s edge. “Just one. Because I learned my lesson so fast.”
“Just one? I suppose I don’t see the harm in that. You did learn your lesson, so you did earn a reward. Oh, all right. You talked me into it.” Watching him, she dragged her tongue from his base to his tip.
His control frayed, base desire clawing at him. A piece of the headboard bent. “One more taste,” he rushed out. “Three licks in total is hardly a reward. Some might call it a punishment. Yes, you should punish me more.” He was panting, his heart thundering. “Nothing less than twenty licks. Twenty would be excruciating.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” The cruel temptress offered a languid nod. “Twenty tongue lashes does seem like a fitting punishment for your great crime.”
He was to experience this fully?
She smiled at him—then she devoured his length.
He did howl this time. There was nothing better than this. Sweat dotted his face, his nape, and a bead trickled between his shoulder blades. The searing heat. The dizzying need and wet pleasure and, and, and... “Yes, sweetling. Yes. Just like that.” He rocked into her eager mouth, careful, so careful.
Another rock, a little less careful.
She didn’t accept his length—she demanded it. He couldn’t think...had never had this. Had never wanted it from another. But this...he loved. Chantel sucked and laved him, and he was losing his mind. No sweeter torment.
“It’s good, sweetling.” He braced his heels on the mattress and lightly pumped his hips. “So good. Your mouth is...my heaven.”
She did things with her tongue and teeth, forcing him closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” He begged? He didn’t care. Bliss beckoned. One arm moved of its own accord, his fingers weaving into her hair and fisting. Panting graduated into heaving, breath sawing in and out of his mouth. Heat built at the base of his spine, pressure increasing.
He tried to stave off his climax, to savor this. The sensations escalated, until one bled into another. His entire body became a live wire electrified by the slightest touch. He chanted her name. Moaned and groaned it.
Focus consumed by Chantel, Kaysar lost sight of everything else. For the first time, he had no troubles. War had no