Page 267 of Spring Guardians & Songbirds

“Why am I being investigated?”

“Since when?”

She hiccupped. “A while.”

“How long a while?”

She rolled her eyes. “Long.”

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“So?”

“Say it again.”

Her brows pulled together. “You want me to say so?”

My smile was uncontained. “That you love me.”

She kissed me. Her soft lips nudging mine, the taste of cherries made me want to devour her. Kissing Snow was like the first breath out of water and drowning at the same time. If she wanted me to drown, I’d drown.

I’d promised to devour her yet she devoured me—wholly.

“I love you.” She recited the word in every language and then in Darsan.

I pulled back a little. “You learned it in Darsan too? Now I can get it up for you in the bedroom.”

She threw her head back in a bubbly laughter. And all I wished was to make her laugh like that for the rest of my life. “I learnt more than just that. I bet you wouldn’t be able to get it down for a while,” she said fully in Darsan, and my eyes shot wide.

“You terrify me woman.”

“Good. Great. Brilliant,” she said, planting small pecks all over my face. The memory made me laugh and she pulled back to look at me with that round stare she always gave. “It still undoes me.” She stood up from my lap and straddled me on the bench. “You undo me,” she whispered, trailing kisses down my neck, her hands travelling over the buttons of my jacket, slowly popping them open before peeling it off me. “Your smiles, your laugh,” she murmured, kissing her way up to my lips. “Your scent, your eyes. Your words.”

“Go on,” I said, helping her take off my shirt.

Those pretty red lips curled into a wicked smile. She slowly stood, pushed my knees apart and kneeled before me.

“Never kneel before anyone.”

“I’ve only ever kneeled before my king. No one else,” she said, kissing a trail over my stomach, her tongue darting to lick a path to my neck. “I once asked you if you imagined making me scream or silencing me. I’d still like to know that answer.” Her delicate fingers worked through my belt and then the fly till she had me on her hand, stroking me slowly. She looked up at me, batting those lashes innocently before leaving a little kiss on the tip and my cock jumped to attention. She smiled before licking up my shaft, my whole body springing with pleasure. Like that, she teased me with little kisses, licks, gentle strokes and smiles till I was breathless and panting.

I groaned, dropping my head back. “Suck, woman.”

She slid me between her lips, taking as much of me in her mouth as she could and wrapping her hand around the rest. She sucked me once before pulling me out of her tongue almost all the way through to take a breath. The second time, her throat relaxed, taking me a bit deeper, the sensation blinding as she sucked and stroked me at the same time.

“Love,” I hummed, letting pleasure work itself over my body and my head dropped back. My hips buckled and my hand shot into her hair, restraint was bordering on snapping.

Her free hand slid on top of mine and she pulled back to say, “Don’t hold back, fuck my mouth how you want to.”

If there was any restraint in me at all, it had snapped right there. I slid both hands through her hair and thrust up in her mouth. “Fuck.” Her throat opened up for me, taking me deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her lashes rolled up at me and I read amusement on her glittering eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, love.”

She moaned around my cock, the vibrations shot straight to my balls, and they tightened, release racing through my body and my hips thrust up faster.

The way she looked at me as I held her there, her little gags and whimpers, my cock disappearing between her red lips and smeared with that fiery lipstick—this…I wanted to fucking paint this. “I wanted to finish inside your cunt, love.”

I made to pull back, but she hooked her arms around me, holding me to her mouth, sucking me deeper, my cock bumping against her throat.

Tugging on her hair, I pulled her head back a little and came on her tongue. Fuck. Gods. And all heavens.