The Darkest King (Lords of the Underworld 15)

Mmm, yes. So good. He needed more, wanted everything. Can’t get enough. He licked a fiery path to her breasts and sucked on a beaded nipple. Her kiss-dampened areola darkened like his favorite sweet treat.

He inserted another finger, then another, her sizzling core stretching to accommodate the larger digits. He thrust them in, pulled them out. In, out. In, out.

“Tell Dr. Willy your most secret fantasies.” His every panting breath scraped his chest raw, his voice gravelly.

“Should have...read my...diary.” Lost in pleasure, she babbled, “My panties. Take them off. Please!”

“Not yet, sundae.” The second he got them off, he’d be balls-deep inside her.

As she gyrated and tugged on his hair, a passion-fever flushed her glittery skin. Enchanted, he worked his way down. After hooking one of her legs over his shoulder to keep her open and vulnerable, he dabbled at her navel while teasing her clit, circling it with his thumb, slowly closing in...

Again, she thrashed against him. The sight of her. The sweetness. The heat and wetness. The sounds she made in the throes. Want more. Desire clawed at him, but only when she shouted incoherently, nearly out of her mind with pleasure, did he kiss his way down her belly, nuzzle her inner thigh and lick the outer edge of her panties, edging her closer and closer to an orgasm. So close, almost there...

Finally he nudged her panties aside to tongue her clitoris, tasting her feminine honey. His eyes rolled back. Like a drug.

With the next lick, she stiffened and came with a scream. “Yes! Yes!”

Her body had been made for sex. For him. Her rough cries thrilled him; her taste intoxicated him. Still want more.

He returned his fingers to her sheath and flicked his tongue against her clit. Shit! The orgasm had made her sweeter.

Want this every day. Every night.

“You made me come. You made me come and it was so much better than I hoped,” she rasped, eyes gleaming with awe. “Do it again!”

Yes. William sucked on her clit, frenzied, fingering her harder, faster, quickly propelling her over the edge a second time. Her inner walls contracted with more force, he marveled. I did this. Me.

As she came down from her high, her shivers subsided and she sagged against the mattress, but the pulse at the base of her neck continued to thump. He wanted to roar with triumph. Finally, she stretched with languid satisfaction and heaved a heavy breath.

He watched it all, enthralled, his shaft throbbing. Beads of pre-come moistened the slit as he jolted to his knees.

“That was amazing,” she breathed. “I want to spend the next thousand hours dissecting every sensation.”

His every inhalation scraped his chest raw, his breaths like daggers. “Oh, we will discuss this.” He would hear all the ways he’d pleased her. She would admit he’d claimed her—owned her. “But first...”

Sunny met his gaze, a slow smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “But first, it’s your turn.”

20

“Desire can be powerful, but fickle, especially after a man nuts up.”

Amazing what a sense of safety can do.

Remove a possible horn amputation from the equation and boom, Sunny had no resistance to William. He’d given her the most sublime pleasure of her life, and she luxuriated, her body boneless, her mind at total peace.

Was this truly her life now? Beds scattered with rose petals. A once-fake boyfriend with the potential to become the real thing, who had a wicked tongue and an earth-shattering touch. Bliss. Connection, companionship, communion. Excitement.

Give this up? Never!

The fact that she’d orgasmed with another person, experiencing rapture like she’d never known, all without the relentless drive of mating season...it was huge! Now? I’m addicted.

The man had remade her. From unicorn-shifter to sex goddess. Hadn’t known what I’d been missing.

But with pleasure came complications. Never had she felt more vulnerable. Never had she felt such tenderness for a man. Or anyone! Instinct demanded she walk—run—from William before she got hurt.

Understandable. From birth till this moment, she’d only ever been able to rely on herself. As their connection strengthened, and it would if they kept doing this, William would gain power over her. The power to build her up or tear her down. If ever he turned to another...

He won’t! While he’d had his fingers buried inside her, he’d pushed her to admit she cared about him. Something completely out of character that made her think he’d come to care for her. Her heart raced at the possibility.

Had he? She gazed up at his beautiful face, not daring to hope. His flushed skin glistened with sweat, his lips red and puffy from their kisses. But his eyes...they were heavy lidded, his irises shockingly ferocious. In their depths, she saw staggering need, heat, hunger and aggression. Obsession.

Awe. As if she’d given him something no one else ever had. But what?

Never had a male looked at her in such a way—never had her life been so full of promise. Maybe he does care for me.

With a voice as shiver-inducing as his expression, he asked, “Did I put my sundae in a coma of bliss? Or are we role-playing Sleeping Beauty?”

Freesia! How could anyone be so deliciously playful and menacing at the same time?

And he wasn’t even done. “Do you need another kiss right here?” He pressed the pad of his thumb against her sensitive clit, making her hips jerk.

Though she’d climaxed mere seconds ago—twice!—arousal surged anew, her body preparing for another sexual onslaught.

“Who says I’m Sleeping Beauty in this fantasy?” Using a combat move she’d learned when training to take down poachers, Sunny wrapped her legs around William’s waist, hooked her ankles and cupped the back of his neck, then heaved his body under her own.

As he bounced on the mattress, rose petals clung to his skin and he laughed. But his amusement didn’t last long, his hunger too great.

With a keening moan, she straddled him. Cool air kissed her aching nipples, delicious warmth pooling between her legs.

When he bent his knees, his body cradling hers, she rubbed her soaking wet panties over his shaft and traced a finger around both of his nipples. Small, brown and rock hard. Lightning forked over his skin, crackling just below the surface.

A true bounty of masculine delights lay beneath her, his massive shaft pulsing between them. Where to begin? What to do?

Why not live a fantasy and do something she’d always wanted to try?

“Settle in, get comfortable,” she told him, nipping his chin. “I have plans for you.”

He reached up to cup her jawline. “You give good plan, do you?”

“The best...probably. We’ll find out together.”

Muscles flexed in his abdomen. “You’ve never done this before?”

“Never trusted anyone enough.” How would her inexperience with this act compare to the experts he usually bedded? Dread attempted a coup, but she cut it off at the knees.

Intrigue consumed his expression. Voice like gravel once again, he said, “Fair warning, beauty. This will be the equivalent of taking your driver’s test in a Mack truck. But I want you to love it, so I’ll pretend to be a gentleman for once in my life and do a courtesy pull-out.” At a lower volume, he added, “Hopefully I survive.”

What the hellebore! First, the new endearment got a five-star review. Second... “You’ll take away my reward for a job well done?” She pouted.

He performed one of those patented “you just turned my world upside down” blinks, and she knew she’d delighted him. “You talked me into it.” He interlocked his hands behind his head, all you may service me, wench. “I swear I’ll give you every drop of your reward. Because I’m a giver.”

He was the living embodiment of carnality. Aching for him, she kissed, licked and nipped her way

down his torso, while her hands explored the many planes and ridges of his body. The farther south she traveled, the more he growled. One of his hands ventured into her hair, fisting the strands; the other gripped the headboard behind him.

When Sunny reached the object of her desire, she licked her lips. The man was hung. Mack truck? Try Mack plane.

While his ego didn’t need a boost, she couldn’t not praise the beast before her. “If ever you want to send me an unsolicited dickpic, I won’t mind,” she admitted, earning a chuckle. “And, yes, I can say dickpix. My magic filter considers it nonsense.”

His chuckle morphed into a groan as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection. Hot as fire, hard as steel, soft as silk.

“You will tease me no longer,” he told her quietly, fiercely. “Need this. Need you.”

He must be coming to care for me.