“Hair,” I said quietly.
He grinned. “Gorgeous.”
There it was again.
I grinned back. “Yeah, definitely gorgeous,” I agreed, my fingers gliding down through the thick mass and his hand moved from my waist, over my hip, down my thigh which he lifted and hooked over his hip.
Then it slid back up my thigh to my hip and up to my breast where he cupped it, gave it a gentle squeeze and lightly pressed his forehead against mine.
I got what he wanted. “Breast,” I told him on a whisper.
“Fantastic,” he whispered back and my belly dipped.
His thumb slid gently over my nipple and I pressed my lips together at the sensation that caused then breathed, “Nipple.”
I watched his eyelids lower slightly and damn, it was sexy.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured and my belly warmed.
His hand released my breast and glided down, his fingers curled in so when he stroked my belly, he did it using the backs of them.
“Belly,” I said softly.
“Mm,” he mumbled and that rough sound glided through me like a soft touch.
His hand moved down between my legs and he filled me with a finger.
I said no words because I couldn’t. My lips had parted and I’d pulled in a soft breath as my hips twitched.
“Sweet,” he whispered and my body melted into his.
“Shahsha, kah Lahn,” I breathed.
His finger slid out and he rolled it once, hard against my clit. I gasped softly again then it slid back down and filled me.
“My Circe is sweet,” he told me and my hand went from his back to wrap around the side of his neck.
“Lahn,” I whispered and his thumb went to my clit as his finger moved in and out. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Oh yes, baby,” he corrected, his thumb pressing deeper, I vaguely realized my king really paid attention but mostly I was concentrating on what his fingers were doing and the fact that my hips were jerking.
“Oh yes,” I agreed, ducked my head down and shoved my face in his throat as my hips moved to ride his hand.
He added another finger and I tipped my head back to run my tongue along his throat.
He kept at me and I kept riding his fingers until he suddenly turned me so my back was to his front, he shifted my hips with his big hands, then he drove his cock inside. His arms moved around me, his finger going to my clit, his other hand cupping my breast to tug at a nipple as he stroked deep.
My head reared back and my body bucked.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s better,” I breathed.
“Yes,” he grunted, “better, kah Circe.”
“Fuck me, Lahn,” I begged and I guessed that was sort of universal because he added hard to the deep. “Yes.”
I felt him shove his face in my neck and his tongue touched there as his thrusts drove even deeper and started to go faster.
Then I covered both of his hands with my own, my neck arched way back, pressing against his shoulder, my lips parted and I moaned a long, silent moan as I climaxed a long, really fucking great climax.
A few minutes later, Lahn’s forceful, rough groan wasn’t even close to silent.
He stayed planted deep for a long time, his hands cupping me in two places, my hands covering his and my breath evened out as I listened to his do the same.
Then he gently slid out but the minute I lost his cock, his long finger slid back in and his mouth came to my ear.
“My Circe is sweet,” he growled then his teeth nipped my ear.
I smiled into the candlelight.
His head settled to the pillows and I pressed back into him as deep as I could go, my hands still over his where they claimed me.
And about two seconds later I fell asleep in the same position, claimed, in more ways than one, by my king.
Chapter Thirteen
We Didn’t Do All That Badly
I wrapped the wide, absorbent cloth around Lahn’s hips after having dried him. I secured it then, with my hands at his hips, I looked up into his eyes.
