Nectar of the Wicked (Deadly Divine, #1) (75)

The word whimpered free. “Yes.”

His chuckle was whiskey and ice. “Never have I enjoyed defiling a creature so much.”

Jealousy pinched at my chest. I couldn’t keep from remembering the female he shared so much history with. “Who was she?” I panted.

The king stilled, tugging until my gaze met his again as he loomed over my arched back. “Who?”

“The female you were speaking with.”

His eyes narrowed, then gleamed. A rough chuckle caused that pinch to turn into a burn. “I see.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

His finger slid to my opening, then inside me. My eyes fluttered, my toes curling with the digit as he stroked me with precision. “That I am here with you and satiating our needs should.” An intentional pause before he clipped, “She is no one you need to worry about.”

“I want to know who she was to you.”

“And I want you to drench my hand before I stretch you with my cock again.”

I shivered, fighting the encroaching orgasm.

Florian brushed my clit, and my thighs quaked. “She was then, and all I’ve been interested in for far too long is now.” Those gritted words confused but warned me he would tell me nothing more.

He leaned over me to skim his mouth across my cheek. “Come.” He dunked his finger in and out of me, the digit growing ice cold.

I startled, my flushed skin adoring the contrast, and gave in. All of me trembled as his magic-coated touch coaxed me to much-needed release.

His lips rubbed my cheek with his praise. “Perfect fucking creature.”

His iced finger withdrew, but his hand stayed wrapped in my hair as he slammed into me from behind while I struggled to stay on my hands and knees. My skin hummed with pleasure, and my breaths left me hard and fast, as I clenched around his invading cock.

A groaned, “fuck,” rumbled from him as he planted deep and allowed me a moment to adjust.

But only a moment. He reared back and eased back in. Once, twice, and on the third, he stopped. “You’re still jealous,” he said, smoothing a hand over my ass cheek. He slapped it when I didn’t respond. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I growled.

He laughed, a deadly song that ripened and chilled my blood. “And you were even more jealous when you wandered off and then saw me talking with Nalia last night.”

Just hearing him say her name incensed. He didn’t need me to answer that, and wanting to see how he’d punish me next, I didn’t.

My silence earned me another smack and a squeeze of my breast. He tugged my head back again, then rocked his hips. I gasped as pleasure sparked. “You’re intentionally trying to get into trouble, aren’t you, pet?”

I sucked my lower lip, but I failed to hide my confirming smile.

He cursed and turned my head, his mouth claiming mine. His tongue swept in, then he stole my own with his teeth. He bit it, licked my upper lip, and broke away to stare at me intently. “You infuriate and arouse me like no other.”

“The feeling is so very mutual,” I rasped, then smiled as I added, “Majesty.”

His eyes thinned, but his mouth quirked. I was relieved to see it—the return of his usual arrogance, though I couldn’t deny that I wouldn’t mind seeing the fury-charged beast who’d stolen my virginity again.

I also couldn’t deny that I just wanted him.

All of him—every sharp and blisteringly cold and slow-to-warm facet. I wanted it all, and I couldn’t find it within me to be fearful of that when he looked at me as he did.

As though he knew exactly what I thought, all I desired, and he was smug in his victory of taming me so thoroughly.

He licked my jaw, and I mewled like a fucking cat.

I had no shame, especially when he hummed his approval and released my hair to clasp my throat. Easing in and out of me, he rubbed my racing pulse and kept my eyes fastened on his, as he watched me rise toward the precipice of pleasure again.

As I came apart, he growled into my ear, “I’m going to fill you with so much seed, no male will even breathe too close to you when you eventually leave these rooms.” Then he released my neck and leaned back to fuck me so hard, our skin slapped and sharp cries fled me.

A hoarse roar sent me over the edge once more as he gripped my hips and stilled.

“Fuck, butterfly.” It pleased me to hear his breath ragged and feel his body jerk with violent aftershocks against mine. He heaved again, “Fuck.”

He withdrew, leaving me unbearably empty, and I scowled as he fell to the bed and swept a hand through his hair.

“Tired, Majesty?” I taunted, shamelessly ogling the lean muscle of his thighs and lower abdomen. A light sheen of sweat glistened, and I leaned down to lick it from the dips in his abdominals.

His cock hardened. “I fear I’ll never tire of you.” His stomach and teeth clenched when I gripped his length. He groaned. “Sit on me. Put my cock inside you.”

The ache within me that refused to relent demanded I do exactly that. I licked him first, from the base of his shaft to the swollen head, uncaring of the bodily fluids still dampening the rock-hard flesh.

He cursed viciously and tugged me over his chest. My legs settled astride him, my cheeks clasped in his hand while the other helped push his cock inside my body.