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“Yes, our beautiful baby. I don’t want to be that guy, but I think it’s going to be a boy.” He kisses down my body and over my shirt before lifting it so he can press his lips to my bare skin.
“Who do you think you are, Henry VIII?” I giggle as he blows little raspberries on my belly. I writhe against him, and heat suffuses every nerve in my body. I want to be writhing under him for an entirely different reason.
“No, I have just the one wife. I wonder if he’s one of the souls sent back to earth?” Essos jokes.
“I doubt he’s back. His body was too decayed for his soul to return. Most of the reanimated corpses were souls that had a body to return to.”
“The King is back in Graceland?”
“Performances are nightly.”
Essos rolls off me again, propping himself on his elbow to watch me. “You’ve been very on top of this.” His eyes are too studious. With this one look, he’s stripped me bare.
“I’m trying to keep on top of something. This is all my fault.”
A growl escapes the back of his throat. “I’d rather you keep on top of me, but we have to talk about that comment. My love, you’re really starting to piss me off. How is this your fault?”
“How is this not my fault? You askedonething of me. One thing—that I trust you during the Calling—and I couldn’t do that. I didn’t do that.” I close my eyes against the painful memory of Essos nearly begging me to trust him, knowing he didn’t have a leg to stand on but doing it anyway.
“Enough. I love you, and I don’t want to hear another word about it. Flagellating yourself over this isn’t helpful. You didn’t do any of this, and Posey made that abundantly clear. She has been manipulating us all from the beginning. You arenotresponsible, so stop, or I will have to spank you and punish you for going against my order.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I ask, my voice dropping low.
Essos rolls over me so he’s between my legs. I wriggle against him, finding his cock already firm. I reach for him but he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.
“It is whatever you want it to be,” he whispers in my ear before nipping at my earlobe. I arch my back, desperate to feel him against me, feel him inside me.
“Kiss me,” I demand.
A wolfish grin slowly spreads. “As you wish.”
Then he does, grinding against me in every right spot. I want to pull my hands down to touch him, to feel him, but he holds fast to my wrists, transferring them to one hand so he can touch me properly.
He barely grazes my breast and I moan into his mouth. Essos seizes the opening, his tongue darting inside in a torrid kiss, raw and intense. I want to melt into the mattress and let my body come apart for him. His hips press against mine, and I moan again.
“You are so responsive,” he teases, releasing my hands so he can touch me all over. I reach for him but find my hands still bound to the bed. When I arch my back to look at them, Essos takes advantage by capturing my nipple in his mouth. He finds the skin puckered even more so now that my shirt is also damp in that spot. Above me, my hands are bound by shadows. Essos, who hates to use his powers even so much as to make dinner, will use them to hold me under him.
“That seems like cheating,” I challenge.
Essos pauses his slow descent down my body to look at me, one brow raised. “Is that a problem?”
There is a hint of seriousness hidden in the dark desire he gets from having me tied to his bed, beholden only to him. If I did have a problem, the bindings would disappear without a moment’s hesitation.
My lips tug slowly up at the corners. “Not at all.”
“Good.”
Essos continues his exploration of my body, touching places on my waist often forgotten in favor of erogenous zones. The featherlight sensations light up my body and tickle me as he pushes my shirt up. He’s going slow, so torturously slow, and I want to scream at the need for him to speed up. It’s foreplay of the best and worst kind as he exposes my breasts, my nipples already pebbled and aching.
His tongue traces the outline of one dusky pink nipple, spiraling until he reaches the peak. I cry out, arching into him. While I’m focused on this action and sensation, he slips his hand into my bottoms and touches ’my clit. I buck against him, desperate for more.
“You’re so responsive, and so fucking wet, my queen.”
My eyes nearly cross when he slips a finger inside me, and his soft chuckle is my only indication he saw that.
“I can’t control how my body reacts to you,” I practically pant as he grinds the heel of his hand against my clit. His fingers don’t stop their steady pace, moving instead with more fervor as he sucks at my breast before moving back to my neck. Essos is about to give me a hickey in an entirely new spot, but the thought that I should care about going into my wedding day with not one but two hickeys comes into my mind, and my body clenches around him.
I can’t string a coherent line of words together. There are a lot offucks andgods andEssosas I come with such an intensity, I’m positive that having him inside me might break me.
