Ruler (Wolves of Royal Paynes #2) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,69

thought it still got my point across. I spun around, my way made easier because of the soap slicking my body. "Stop teasing me, Mister…" Lifting my weight up to my tippy toes, I made myself taller while I searched for a word that accurately described my displeasure. "Mister… Mean Man!"

I dropped down from my toes instantly and cupped Faust's face. "No! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." My lips kissed under his chin and up the line of his jaw.

Faust shook, but with laughter, not tears. "It's okay, Storri. I was being a Mister Mean Man. But I sort of like it."

"You don't mean that."

He nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid I do. I like it when you gasp."

He tweaked my nipple, luring the exact sound he'd mentioned from my lips.

"And I like it when you moan." He let a single finger drag down the length of my dick, and I wished I were more well-endowed, if only so he would have to touch me for longer to get to the end.

I didn't think anyone would've called my garbled snort of sexual frustration a moan, but Faust didn't seem picky.

He leaned in, nibbling my earlobe. "Do you know what else I like to hear?"

"What?" The word was all air.

"You begging."

His hand glided easily between my cheeks. With gentle passes, he slid his fingertip over my hole, rubbing just hard enough to soften every bone in my body. I'd been spending this time healing and learning I had a voice, but Faust had spent this time learning my body. He knew exactly what to do to make me moan, and now, he was showing off that skill.

I stretched, sticking my ass out in an attempt to get him to go further. Couldn't he see how badly I needed it? How badly I needed him? "Please, Faust." My puckered hole twitched. I ached, feeling suddenly empty. I didn't want him in me. I needed it. "Faust, please! Give me more. I need you."

"Where?" he rasped.

"Everywhere."

Faust didn't have to worry if his growl got his point across. It was an expression of want while also serving as a statement of ownership. There wasn't another soul in the universe who could make me feel like how Faust did. He held command over my body, ruling with gentleness and patience.

My ruler.

"Mine," I whispered.

Faust groaned, and I got the feeling he hadn't meant to. I liked the idea that I could rip noises from his mouth. "Yes, Storri," he urged like I was just now coming to understand a concept he'd been trying to teach me for some time. "Yours."

He brought his face closer, kissing me under the warm spray.

As refreshing as it was erotic, I stuck my tongue out, suddenly parched. I licked his mouth between kisses, drinking from his lips. "You taste good." I continued until Faust pushed me back, snarling so loudly it bounced off the walls. My back rested on cool tile, and I tried to push off. This position wasn't conducive to getting his fingers inside me.

He caught my shoulders, stopping my forward momentum before it could start. "Stay."

Some might have taken offense at being ordered around like a dog. I couldn't muster up an emotion that wasn't aching need, so I didn't mind all that much.

And I minded even less when Faust dropped to his knees. "After today… I need to kiss all of you. I need to touch all of you." He peered up at me. His eyes had never looked so wide or innocent. "I need to know you're here."

Though this had started as a teasing game, he wasn't joking now. My eyes prickled with tears in the face of his raw emotion. Damn! Why couldn't I have a single important moment in my life that didn't involve me crying at a minimum of two times? At least I was in a shower and he wouldn't be able to notice—

"Don't cry, sweet prince. Not unless it's over how good you're going to feel when I'm filling you with my pleasure."

Sweet mercy and mustard. This man could make me orgasm from words alone. I wiped my eyes, a useless action since my face was still covered in water. "I'm here. I'll always be here."

Faust's brow crinkled, but it was gone so fast I couldn't be sure it hadn't been a trick of the light hitting the water. Now, he stared at my erection like he was a border collie, and it was a tennis ball. "I should still check you're