“Her mouth?” he reiterated.
Oh man, I felt a tingle between my legs so they shifted.
He felt it, he knew what caused it and his eyes got hotter.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Then he spoke and Diandra translated.
“Your king will grant this request. No more Xacto, Lahnahsahna, only my golden queen.”
I stared at him.
Oh my God.
He gave in.
He gave in!
My warrior king gave in.
I felt my belly melt. Then I whispered, “Shahsha, honey.”
Lahn smiled.
Then I relaxed in his arms, held his eyes and licked my lips.
He watched me do that then he grunted, “Veeyoo,” and Diandra didn’t translate.
She got up instantly and headed to the cham flaps.
She stopped at them, I looked around Lahn to her, mouthed “Thank you,” and in return she winked before she mouthed, “Well done,” then slapped the flaps back and she was gone.
The minute she was, one of Lahn’s arms went from around me, his hand curled around my jaw and moved my face to looking up at him all the while shuffling me back to the bed.
His head dipped to mine so his lips were so close, I could feel his breath.
“Kah Circe wahloo boh,” he murmured and I could tell by the heat in his eyes and the words I understood in that sentence that he meant I was starting now.
Oh man.
He turned us then sat on the bed, pressing me down to my knees before him.
Yep, I was starting now.
Right now.
His long legs were on either side of me, knees bent. He reached for my hands and guided them to the sides of his hides where both our fingers tugged the ties. Once we had two sets undone, he left my hands where they were, put his in the bed behind him and my head tipped way back to catch his eyes.
When I saw the look in them, my breath caught in my throat. There was no need to translate that look. That look spoke volumes.
One could say my king liked his queen on her knees between his legs.
Mm.
“Kah Circe wahloo boh,” he murmured, his voice thick.
I bit my lip. Then I reached out a tentative hand and rested it against his crotch.