Page 30 of Blood Curse

Heat shone in her face. Desire scented her skin. Neither belonged to the Crown.

I kissed her stomach. My palms travelled over her hips and down the backs of her thighs. When I moved lower, she widened her stance.

I pressed my mouth to her wet heat.

Bryony gasped and gripped my shoulders. My tongue slid between her folds and found her clit. She moved against my mouth at once, a small roll of her hips that told me more clearly than words where she wanted the pressure.

I followed her rhythm. When I slowed, she chased my mouth. When I circled her clit more firmly, her nails bit into my shoulders.

“That feels…” Her breath broke before she finished.

I looked up.

“Good,” she managed. “Very good.”

I smiled against her and did it again.

Her laugh vanished into a moan. She rocked against my tongue, faster as the tension built through her.

I slipped two fingers inside her. Her body opened around them. I curved them gently and felt the exact moment pleasure caught and shook her legs.

Bryony came with my name on her lips.

I kept my mouth on her until the last shudder eased. Then I kissed the inside of her thigh and rose carefully.

“That was unfair,” she said, pushing me back onto the bed.

Bryony stroked me once from base to tip, watching my face.

“And that?” she asked.

“Extremely comfortable.”

She climbed onto the bed and straddled my thighs. Her wet heat brushed the head of my cock, but she didn’t lower herself. She leaned in and kissed me, tasting herself on my tongue.

I rested my hands on her hips. I didn’t guide her.

Bryony lifted, positioned me and sank down slowly.

Her body closed around my cock. Fuck. She took me deeper in careful inches until her hips met mine.

“Your face,” she whispered.

“What about it?”

“I like what I’m doing to it.”

“I’m trying to remain dignified.”

She moved once. The slow rise and fall tore a groan from me.

“How is that going?”

“Badly.”

Bryony smiled and found her pace.

I watched her ride me, red hair loose around her shoulders and pleasure softening every guarded line of her face. The Crown sat dark among the strands. It couldn’t turn this into obedience. She chose every movement, and I met her because I chose her back.