King of Battle and Blood (Adrian X Isolde #1)(84)

“A truth from me,” he said against my lips. “I missed you.”

His fingers pressed into my hips. He sat forward, one hand moving between us to capture my breast while his lips left mine to trail my jaw, my throat, and then closed over my nipple. I inhaled between my teeth and grasped his face, holding him there as he lavished my skin. It felt good to be touched—better by him.

I pushed his vest from his shoulders and yanked on his overcoat.

“Take this off!” I demanded, and he chuckled.

“A moment, Sparrow,” he said, and I shifted off him. He stood, and I helped him undress, unlacing his pants as he shed his overcoat and tunic. Once his cock sprang free, I grasped it, uncaring that he had yet to completely shed his leggings. He groaned and yanked me forward, tongue devouring as I coaxed beads of come from the tip of his cock with my fist until I pulled away and knelt on the ground.

I held his gaze as I tasted him, his flesh soft and salty beneath my tongue. Before my mouth could close over him, he sat, his hands braced on the arms of his chair.

“I think about your mouth a lot,” he said. “The things you say and what you do with it.”

“Very few praise me for what I say,” I said.

“Perhaps they do not value the truth.” He leaned forward just a little, his hand tangling in my hair. “So tell me a truth now—you fear what you feel when you are with me.”

I stared at him.

“You first,” I whispered.

He smiled. “I have never been afraid of what I feel for you.”

I took him into my mouth. It was the only kind of answer I was willing to give at the moment, and Adrian let me. I touched every part of him, tongue sliding beneath the crown of his cock and the veins running down the shaft. My fingers teased his balls, heavy with need. I kept my pace, a slow and steady build, even as he groaned and growled over me. When he came, I kept him there a moment longer, letting the pressure of my lips glide against him until he slipped from my mouth.

He stared at me as I sat between his parted knees, my lips wet from his release.

“Can you handle me?” I asked.

He smiled. “Sparrow, I will take whatever you give.”

I rose to my feet and turned, giving Adrian my back, and bent across his desk. He seemed to understand my wordless invitation as his hand parted my flesh, his fingers diving into the silken skin that had grown warm and wet while I’d feasted upon him. The feel of him there was a kind of release all on its own, and I gave a guttural cry. My hands sought his flesh and landed on one of his thighs. Adrian did not seem to mind, spending a few more moments inside me before he pulled his fingers out and sat, guiding me down upon his cock. He was engorged, and as he slid inside, I felt every rise and dip of his shaft.

“Yes,” he hissed, shifting me closer to him, sealing my back to his chest as I began to move. His hands gave attention to my breasts, squeezing and kneading. It wasn’t until he shifted to tease my clit that I needed to anchor myself again, moving my legs on either side of his. It gave me greater purchase, and I rocked harder and faster, turning my head toward his. Our mouths collided in a messy, hard kiss. Our bodies were slick, and there was a heat between us that warmed my cheeks and exploded in the pit of my stomach. When I could no longer move, Adrian gathered me into his arms and deposited me on the bed. He hovered over me, breathing hard, pieces of his long, blond hair sticking together in sweaty clumps.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“More than,” I replied, quiet and sated.

He stared down at me, smoothing my hair from my face.

“Just when I think you could not get any more beautiful.”

It seemed that he had more to say, but he remained quiet, only tracing my face lightly with his fingertip.

He had positioned us in the same manner the night I’d asked him to leave—when I’d felt too close to him and had wanted distance. My legs were bent, his length pressed into my bottom. I might have let him have this position, but tonight, I felt like being in control.

I placed my hands upon his forearms and guided him to his back, pinning him beneath me. I was tired, but I liked the feel of him under me, liked the way my hands splayed across his chest.

“What do you want, wife?” Adrian asked, staring up at me with heat in his eyes.

“The women of your court took pleasure in telling me how you fuck,” I said, and I reached between us for his cock, guiding it to my heat. “As if I did not know.” I impaled myself upon him, tilting my head back until I was completely filled. Only then did I meet his gaze, and as I spoke, I bent to press a kiss to his chest. “The next time they look at you, I want them to see your lust for me in your eyes.”

We moved together until I could not move at all, until all I could do was cling to Adrian as he moved for both of us. We stared at each other, our breaths mingling until he closed the space between us and kissed me—deep and bruising and languid. When he pulled away, he whispered, breathless, “Come for me.”

His thrusts grew harder, rougher, and they took me over the edge. Not long after, he followed.

We lay together in silence for a long while before Adrian spoke. “I feared I had truly hurt you,” he said.

He did not need to give any more details. I already knew what he meant—the night I’d asked him to leave my room without explanation.

“No,” I said, and nothing more. I trailed my fingers along his chest, over raised scars that nipped at his sides.