Page 216 of Dark King Daddy

We had talked about it before. I could still feel heat rising in my cheeks. That made me smile at myself: naked in his arms, my hand on him, and somehow the words were the part that took courage.

“I want you to take my ass.”

His breath left him roughly. His hand moved to the small of my back, drawing me close again.

“Yes,” he said. Then, more quietly, “If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

He kissed me, and I felt the effort it took him to stop.

“Slowly,” he said against my mouth. “And you tell me if you want anything different.”

“I will.”

I trusted that he would listen. I trusted myself to speak. That was part of why I could stand here wanting him this much, with no need to disguise it.

He closed the sketchbook and put the pencil beside it. I gathered my pajamas while he switched off the lamp, leaving the studio lit by the open doorway.

Then he took my hand.

We made it as far as the hall before I pulled him back for another kiss.

“The bedroom,” he reminded me.

“I know where it is.”

“You’re making very little progress toward it.”

“You could be helping.”

He laughed against my mouth, and we went together.

Idropped my pajamas on the bedroom chair. Daniil turned down the covers, then reached for me.

There was nothing tentative about the kiss. I put my arms around his neck and held him there, wanting another, then another. When he lowered me onto the bed, I brought him with me.

He smiled against my mouth.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said.

“Glad you think so.”

His hand rested on my stomach. He looked down at me for a moment, and I reached up to touch his face. I could do that whenever I wanted now. Catch him in the kitchen. Kiss him before work. Reach across the space between us and find him reaching back.

Then he moved down the bed, settled between my legs and put his mouth on me.

My hand fell to the sheet.

“Oh.”

He held my hips and licked me slowly. I had spent half an hour wanting to interrupt his concentration. Now I was the whole of it, and the first deliberate sweep of his tongue made me forget why I had ever considered that a problem.

His tongue found my clit. Circled it, then pressed against it, and my hips lifted. He steadied me with his hands and repeated the movement. I felt him notice my response, felt the small adjustment that made my fingers close on the sheet.

“There.”

He stayed there.