Page 51 of Feral King

He keeps going.

“One more time.” His voice is rough, thick with desire. Before I can catch my breath, he slides two fingers inside of me.

I gasp as his fingers curl upward, hitting me right where I need them. He finds the spot instantly, the one that makes my whole body shake. He moves in and out, stroking me in time with the steady press of his tongue.

God, it feels so good, better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

His curled fingers drag against the swollen ridge inside of me, his tongue lashing around my clit in tight, fast circles. Heat coils low in my belly, tighter and tighter until I feellike I’m about to explode. I clamp my thighs around his head.

I come again, harder this time as I buck my hips to the side. My breasts heave, my nipples tight and aching.

He lifts his head once the orgasm fades. His lips are glossy, chin slick, eyes dark and lustful. He climbs up, his cock dragging against my entrance and making me shudder.

“Beautiful,” he whispers against my temple. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

Julian reaches down and takes hold of himself by the base, positioning himself perfectly. He pushes inside with one slow, deep stroke. I’m so wet that he glides right in. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper; I want every inch of him, every inch and scar and tattoo, everyeverything.

He moves with unhurried thrusts. His forehead presses against mine as his hand slides down to grip the full curve of my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh. The sheer possessiveness in the way he holds me makes me feel something I’ve never felt before.

“Look at me,” he says.

I do. His eyes are narrowed, silver rings around the gunmetal irises. He’s beautiful and terrifying at the same time. He growls when I clench around him, and I can tell that he’s at the edge.

I can feel the next orgasm building slowly and radiating outward. Julian feels it too—I can tell by the way his rhythm changes. He moves harder and faster, his breath ragged, his grip tightening on my hip.

“Together,” I whisper.

He responds by burying his face in my neck and driving in deep—slow, powerful thrusts, once, twice, three times. I shatter around him as he comes. Julian’s body stiffens, a groan tearing from his chest that vibrates through my entire body. The orgasm rips through me, and I close my eyes, focusing on his pulsing cock inside of me.

We stay like that; my legs wrapped around him like a vice. His body relaxes, and I feel a trickle of warmth down my thigh. Julian raises his head enough to gaze into my eyes for a long moment before coming in for a deep, slow kiss. I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my chest.

When he slides out slowly, I miss him inside of me instantly. He falls to my side and pulls me into his arms. Together we lay in the late-afternoon light, the sun’s rays casting shadows over us.

We’re silent for a long while as we catch our breaths. His hand moves slowly up my side, tracing the curve of my body like he’s trying to memorize it. His rough, warm palm travels over my waist and ribs to the swell of my breast before coming to a rest on the curve of my shoulder.

“You’re shaking,” he whispers.

“I know. That was a bit intense.”

He chuckles. “Yes, it was.”

His hand moves down, resting on my stomach. He splays his fingers wide, pressing firmly and possessively. Then he leans in and kisses my temple.

“Stay with me tonight,” he says, “in my room.”

“I was planning on it.”

“Stay tomorrow night, too.”

I laugh, and it comes out shaky, raw, and real.

God is the offer ever tempting.

“Let’s start with tonight,” I say with a smile.

He pulls me closer, kissing my neck and shoulder. The light of the lowering sun hits the Hudson, setting off golden shimmers. Julian holds me close in a way I’ve never been held before, and a thought occurs to me:

This is what it feels like to be held by someone who accepts me as I am, unconditionally.