“Yes,” Adrian hissed. His hand tightened in my hair, the other moved to my neck, and he guided me so that my back was bowed, my shoulder blades meeting his chest. In this position, he could not thrust, but he ground his hips into me, eliciting a new sensation that had every nerve ending in my body on fire.
“Scream my name, Sparrow, so that your commander may hear how loud I make you come,” he said against my ear, and then his teeth scraped my skin, once again trailing a path down the column of my neck to my shoulder, where he licked and sucked until I was certain I would bruise.
This was his claim to me, and right now, I could not even hate it because this pleasure…it was exquisite.
He released me, and I just had time to reinstate my hold on the bed before he drove into me harder. My breath escaped me in a strange sound—a guttural moan that could only communicate the pressure building in my core, the tension tightening every muscle—until my body burst, leaving me weak and shaken. I did not realize what was happening until Adrian lifted me into his arms and carried me on to the bed.
Compared to the ferocity with which we’d just come together, his movements were gentle as he settled me atop the covers. My body relaxed, despite my enemy’s hold. Too exhausted to fight or to speak, I just held his gaze, still clouded with desire and a strange warmth that seemed misplaced given what it had taken to get to this point.
Adrian hovered over me, his face inches from mine.
“How are you?” he asked.
I did not know how to answer. I felt like a traitor to my people.
So I stayed quiet, and Adrian asked a different question.
“Are you hurt?”
I shook my head.
He stared at me a moment longer. I expected him to leave then, but instead, he brought his hand to my face, his fingers brushing lightly over my cheek before he pressed a kiss between my breasts, down my stomach, until he hovered between my thighs. From that place, he stared at my whole body, as if I were the only thing he had ever wanted—a prize he had desperately sought and finally claimed.
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.”