“Circe,” he repeated softly and I whimpered as that spiral in my belly whirled out-of-control.
“Yes,” I breathed.
I felt his lips a whisper from mine.
“Yes,” he muttered.
Oh God.
My hips moved with his hand, grinding down, seeking more from his finger and he didn’t keep it from me. He gave it to me and I took it, I reached for it, and it started coming.
My eyes flew open and when they did, his dark ones, not looking detached, not blank, not impassive, but heated and turned on and God, could it be? Totally freaking sexy.
His finger pressed deeper and circled faster.
Oh yes.
I gasped, “Lahn!”
“Circe,” he whispered against my lips, I drew in a ragged breath and moaned against his as I came. Hard.
And while I was doing this, he let me go and shoved me down into the bed, ass in the air. He pulled the panel of my nightgown up, ripped my panties away, separated my legs with his knees and drove inside.
My head flew back.
Oh yeah. Hell yeah.
“Yes,” I breathed, without a thought, my body thinking for me, I reared back into his thrusts.
He leaned forward, reached around and cupped my breast in a rough hand as he pounded into me, jerking my hips back with his other hand.
“Kah Lahnahsahna,” he growled.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned.
His fingers found my nipple and tugged, that hard tug slashing through me like a hot knife, trailing fire. “Kah Lahnahsahna.”
“Kah Lahnahsahna,” I whimpered, pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
His hand left my breast and both spanned my hips, hauling me back, giving me all of him and I took it, invited it, stretched for it.
Amazing.
So amazing, my head flew back again and my arms reached out straight.
He saw it, reached forward, his hand circled my throat, he pulled me up to my hands and kept driving into me, his hand gliding up to cup me under my jaw. The hold was gentle, tender even. And it was possessive, claiming.
King Lahn was fucking his queen.
Oh shit, fuck me, but I liked that too. All of it, every inch of him pounding into me, his hand at my jaw, me on my hands and knees before him.
I liked it so much, my back arched, my head tilted further back and I came again. Harder. Crying out loudly, it was that fucking good.
I heard him growl then his hands went to my ribs, yanking me back, pounding savagely now, he kept at me until he drove in deep and his groan of release was nearly as loud as mine.
Shit. Holy shit.
Shit!
He moved slowly, in and out, as his hand slid around my ribs. He kept moving, leaning forward, his hands moving up, cupping my breasts. Then carefully, he lifted my torso up so I was straight, impaled on his cock, he was so long my knees didn’t hit the bed, only his cock and hands supported me.
Dear God.
One hand crossed over to the other breast and held on while his other hand went to our connection where his fingers slid in, his palm cupping my sex.
Then his mouth was at my ear.
“Circe, kah rahna Dahksahna. Circe, kah Lahnahsahna,” he growled in my ear, his voice a fierce rumble, his words a declaration.
“Um…” I whispered, “okay.”
Shit! What else could I do?
He emitted another growl that slithered across my skin like silk then I felt his tongue move from the back of my ear, down my neck to my shoulder.
At this, my body trembled in a full on shiver.
Then he lifted me off him, turned me roughly, shoved me to my back in the bed and then he came down on top of me.
