King of Battle and Blood (Adrian X Isolde #1)(27)

Then I remembered who I had between my thighs—the Blood King, a conqueror whose true desire was to bring Cordova to its knees.

As my thoughts turned unfavorable, he parted my flesh and his mouth closed over my clit. He drew it against the tip of his tongue, sucking lightly before releasing to lick. He followed that pattern, slow and controlled, and I lost my grip on the anger and hatred while I writhed.

I could not decide where my hands should go—over my head or in his hair. My heels could not find a safe place to anchor, slipping on the bedding the tighter my muscles grew, and when his fingers speared my flesh, I wanted to arch off the bed, but he held me in place, devouring.

Once again, I found myself unable to control the sound or volume of my voice as I focused on the illicit sensation of his long fingers curling inside me, the vibrating pulse of his tongue against my clit. My breath caught, and suddenly my lungs froze. My chest wouldn’t heave as every part of my body tightened.

I came harder than before, in a fit of desperate gasps and quivering muscles, and it was only then that Adrian released me to climb up my body. His lips hovered over mine as he spoke.

“Sweet,” he said and dipped his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself. I understood that as much as this had been about pleasure, it was more about power. Adrian had proven my unrelenting need for his body, and I wondered who in the castle was bearing witness to my shame, to how loud he had made me come. I did not doubt that curious staff and even court members lingered down the hall listening, though I was certain they’d expected a different outcome—a beheaded king rather than a pleased one.

My fury at myself and him was sudden, and it gave me renewed strength. As he shifted to lie on his back, I followed, straddling him; his engorged cock sat between my thighs, still wet from my release.

“You have not come,” I said.

He smiled. “This was about you.”

“Do you not believe in my ability to pleasure you?”

“Oh, Sparrow. You do please me.”

“And yet your cock is full,” I pointed out and rolled against him.

Adrian drew in a breath, and his fingers gripped my thighs.

“Would you like to come?” I asked. I could take him again, and he would cry my name just as loud, an even exchange.

“I would,” he said, his eyes boring into mine.

“Where?” I whispered and bent to press a kiss to his chest. It was intimate, but he had done the same to me. “Inside me? Or in my mouth?”

My question was met with silence, and when I looked at Adrian, he was staring at me like he couldn’t believe what I just asked him. But the corner of his mouth lifted, and he answered, “Take me into your mouth.”

I shifted off him and took his hands, guiding him into a seated position at the edge of the bed before kneeling between his thighs. I watched him as my fingers closed around his hard length, applying pressure from the base of his shaft to the crown, where my thumb lingered, teasing and massaging as his come beaded at the tip.

“What do you like?” I asked, my voice breathy.

“Show me what you are capable of, Sparrow.”

So I tasted him, licking him as he had done me, before my mouth closed over his cock. He groaned, and his hands threaded through my hair. I let him, while I alternated between swirling my tongue over his length and balls and pressing kisses to his thighs. Then I pulled away to wet my palms with as much saliva as I could manage before wrapping both my hands around the base of his cock. As I stroked him, I paid attention to the head, lavishing it with my tongue and hollowing my cheeks. It was a give and take that left Adrian groaning and his hands tightening in my hair, fingers scraping my scalp. The muscles of his legs bulged against my body.

“Fuck!” Adrian’s curse was a hiss, and I looked up to find his head thrown back, his throat working, his breaths ragged and quick. Then his eyes returned to mine as he gritted out, “Yes.”

I held his gaze, willing him to think of this moment, to never forget it. From this day forward, he would never be rid of me. He would never escape the need that had plagued me since our encounter in the woods. I would haunt him, filling his cock until he was ready to burst with no outlet save my body.

The thought made me smile around his length, and I moaned, closing my eyes. I didn’t think it was possible for his hands to grip me tighter, but they did, and my eyes watered at his hold, but I continued until he released into my mouth. As I swallowed, I rose to my feet and gripped his face, bringing my lips to his, parting his mouth with my tongue. He tasted me hungrily, hands guiding me to straddle him once again.

When I drew back, I stared into the Blood King’s eyes—my husband and enemy.

“I knew I liked your mouth,” he said, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. I bit down hard, and he chuckled before twisting and pinning me to the bed once more. As I stared up at his hungry eyes, my legs parted, welcoming whatever he would bring, because as much as we were fighting for dominance, he’d given me the one thing I’d been searching for.

Pleasure.





Seven


I woke to movement, lying on my stomach in the bed I’d shared with Adrian. Peeling my eyes open, I found the door open as maids hauled steaming pails of water to the metal tub. I shifted onto my back and sat up, holding the blankets to my chest. My body was sore and sticky, and I was pretty sure I’d only fallen asleep an hour ago.