Queen of Myth and Monsters (Adrian X Isolde, #2)(41)

Our lips crashed together, and once again she was the focus of my world.

I began my slow descent down her body, kissing every part of her—each dip and curve, each dimple and scar. As I moved along, letting my lips linger, my tongue taste, her body responded, tensing with anticipation and easing with relief. She made my cock pulse; she made my mouth water, and I was eager to taste her heat, knowing she would be warm and wet.

I pushed her legs apart even farther and took her swollen clit into my mouth, sucking and licking. Her breath caught in her throat, and she arched her back, pressing her hips into the bed, her thighs clenching around me. I dug my fingers into her skin, holding her in place as I licked at her entrance. She was slick and silken, and I suddenly preferred to drown in this.

“Sit on my face,” I said, drawing myself up.

We switched places, and I grinned as she straddled me.

“Fuck.” I looped my arms around her thighs. “Yes.”

I buried my face inside her.

A guttural sound escaped from her mouth, and I watched her as she reached out to steady herself, gripping the headboard. Her breasts bobbed as she began grinding into my mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” she inhaled, a hissing breath, and suddenly she did not seem to know what to do with her hands. They moved from the headboard to her breasts, squeezing as she sought desperate relief, and I was eager to give it.

Her moans gave way to keen cries and then her fingers tangled in my hair as her body seized and she stared down at me as she came.

She shifted to lay atop me, breathing hard, body sated and warm and perfect. Then she pressed a kiss to my chest and sat up, straddling my stomach, and my whole body tightened at the thought of being inside her. I thrust my hips, and she shifted down so her slick heat coated my cock.

She laughed and bent, her face hovering over mine.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

I craned my neck to kiss her, grinding into her. “Fucking tease.”

She straightened and took my hands. Lacing her fingers through mine, she drew them over my head. I liked how her breasts hung so close to my face as she stretched to hold me in place. She spoke near my lips.

“I am not teasing,” she said and opened her mouth against mine, but she did not kiss me. Releasing my hands, she reached between her legs and grasped my cock.

I groaned and went to slip my fingers into her, but then she pushed the head of my cock through her heat before sliding down, settling deep until her ass touched my balls. She sat there for a moment, looking down at me, her hands planted on my chest, her breasts pressed together. I reached for them, squeezing as I lifted my hips.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

She laughed but did not speak. She was so dazed, and I loved it, loved that I could give her this high, that she could become so lost in me she could barely think.

She started to move, her heat enveloping my length, her wetness dripping down my balls.

I gripped her hips and helped her move, alternating between letting her grind against me and thrusting into her. At some point, I sat up, mouth colliding with hers as she wrapped her arms around me. I pressed my face into her breasts, taking her nipples into my mouth, sucking them until she gasped, my mind completely lost in the sensation of being inside her. My cock felt so full, my balls so heavy. I wanted to come inside her; I wanted to come on her breasts and in her mouth. I wanted to fill up every part of her.

I shifted her to her back and slipped into her again. We rocked together, hardly breathing, holding each other’s gazes.

“I’m going to come,” I said. My head was spinning, and my cock was pulsing. I gripped her, pulling her head back, exposing her neck.

“Bite me,” she said. “Take my blood and fill me with your come.”

I had no control. I bit into her neck, and she came, her muscles clenching around my cock. My release shot through me and I shuddered, allowing a guttural sound to escape my mouth as it filled with her blood. We stayed still, locked together, bodies flushed, drenched in sweat as I took long pulls from her, ceasing only when my cock grew soft inside her.

I kissed her neck and then her mouth, my body melting into hers. She let me rest my head against her breasts, her hands smoothing my hair.

After a moment, she spoke, voice heavy with sleep.

“What will you do about Solaris?” she asked.

I lifted my head and looked at her.

“I don’t like his name in your mouth,” I said.

“I don’t like his presence in my castle,” she countered.

“Should I feel offended that you are thinking about him so soon after our lovemaking?”

“Is your confidence so lacking?”

I chuckled and then kissed her. After a moment, I answered her question. “I will kill him. When the time is right.”

“When will that be?”

I stared down at her, sensing her anxiety.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” I said quietly.

Her eyes were dark. “Adrian,” she whispered, shaking her head. “He already has.”

***

Isolde’s body cradled against mine, and for a while, I listened to her breathe, but I had one matter to attend to before daylight. I rose from bed, pulled on my clothes, and left her room.

I met Daroc at the bottom of the stairs.

Neither of us spoke; he only lifted my sheathed sword to show he had brought it. Together we headed for the courtyard where my noblesse usually gathered on celebratory evenings, drunk and laughing, amongst them Razan.