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“Mm,” he murmured, the vibrations only enhancing my pleasure.
Again, I propped myself up to watch him, a daze overcoming me. A part of me wanted to stop him, to make him take me as I craved, but the feel of his hot breath against my wet center was too delicious to stop at the moment.
His left hand fell over my bare breast, easing me down before moving to caress my rigid nipple, right hand cupping beneath me to raise me against him deeper.
Oh, how well he knew all of my spots, every crevice and line, his motions even and perfect. His rhythm led me exactly where I needed to go in minutes, my back tensing and arching against him.
“Oh, gods!” I cried, fingers curling against the bedding.
Again, he moaned, the pulse sending wild thrills through me and pushing me closer to the brink.
“Oh… Cade!” My toes curled, and I moaned, loud, ferally, and without resolve, releasing my climax against him.
Shivering and trembling, I struggled to sit up, but the effort was too much as I continued to orgasm, my body refusing to quit until Cade finally relented, pulling his face away, gleaming in the dim light of our chamber, his eyes aglow.
He licked his lips, and then flashed me a coy smile, as he caught his breath and stared at me. Gritting my teeth, I reached for him.
“Come here,” I ordered him, grabbing his shoulders to yank him on top of me. “Take me and make me your queen officially.”
Chapter9
Cade
She didn’t need to ask me a second time. My erection throbbed with such intensity, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer. Her scent alone drove me to the brink.
“Yes, my love,” I murmured, falling back on my knees to free myself of my pants, but Zephy was in no mood to wait.
With far less finesse than I’d ever seen her use before, she grabbed at my buttons, ripping them away to free my shaft. I burst outward, falling back toward her as she wrapped her calves over my naked buttocks, locking me against her. The tip of my head rubbed over her swollen nub, and she moaned loudly, bucking upward to draw me inside her.
I tipped my mouth to hers, sliding my tumescent cock into her, and groaned with pleasure, her sopping core hot and welcoming. Her breasts flattened against my chest, our bodies falling into a choreographed dance of heated thrusts immediately.
Zephy’s moans were musical, inspiring me to move faster, harder, deeper.
Her hands clung to my back, now coated with sweat, her tiny, slender frame arching to take me fully, legs quivering as she struggled to keep up with the intensity of my frenzy. She was going to release again, and I would not allow myself to go until she had fully undone herself.
My lips trailed toward her ear, my tongue latching to nuzzle against the lobe as I whispered, feeling the prickle of her skin as she whimpered.
“Are you there yet, Zephy?” I rasped. “Are you—”
Suddenly, Zephy overtook me, flipping me onto my back. I never saw it coming, and I laughed at the abrupt motion. She did it with ease. She never lost our traction, her long, black mane covering her perky breasts as she leaned over my chest, hips undulating as she rocked over me. My eyes widened with interest, hands reaching up to capture her nipples as she rode me.
Back and forth her waist moved, as if she were doing an exotic dance for me, my shaft growing harder and tighter inside her as she bit on her lower lip. Together, we climbed back toward the climax we had been fighting.
“Together, then?” I purred through clenched teeth.
She nodded, panting as she fell forward, my hands falling to her waist, guiding her as her breast teased my mouth. Small cries of pleasure escaped her lips, and I grunted, feeling myself grow tighter, hotter, my hands gripping her.
Lips wrapped over her right breast, then her left, my sense of reality distorted then as all self-control disappeared and my primal senses overtook me entirely.
Our joint moans of pleasure echoed through our bedroom, hers and mine comingling, melding together not unlike our bodies until I wasn’t sure whose was whose anymore.
Waves of pleasure rolled one after the other until there was nothing but puddles of flesh on a mattress, quivering and panting, a mishmash of arms and legs, clinging to one another.
I couldn’t be sure how much time passed before Zephy squeaked, “Is there any water in here, Cade?”
Chuckling, I managed to raise my head and look toward the vanity, shaking my head. “I don’t think so. I could call on one of the servants.”
She groaned and peeled herself off me, sprawling herself out in the shape of a star over the bed as if to cool herself.
