The sight of her at this moment...
She smiled, fully aware of her power over him. “Have I stolen your thoughts, your majesty?”
He went cold. Lulundria had spoken the same words to Jareth.
Forge ahead. Too late. Fear had taken hold. “You mastered your ability, even without the elderseed.” If ever she remembered Lulundria’s life, as Jareth expected, she might change her mind about staying with Kaysar.
What would he do then? Can never lose her.
“I did master it. Far too easily,” she answered, all languid pride and sultry heat. As the foliage receded, she undulated her hips again. “We can discuss it, or we can continue your seduction of me. Which do you prefer?”
I will have her! He was King Kaysar the Unhinged One. Fiercer than any enemy. Mightier than any army. More dangerous and cunning than...anyone. He would win his mate, whatever memories returned.
Determination cut through his fear, as sharp as a blade. “We will discuss it.” From now on, they had no secrets. No hidden agendas or conscious misleadings. “Later.”
Heart pumping, breaths labored, he repositioned and leaned down to tenderly nuzzle the side of her thigh, just below her knee. As he licked toward her glistening sex, she encouraged him with irresistible pleas and demands.
“Please, Kaysar. Do it.”
He did it, flicking the tip of his tongue over her needy little clitoris. The lightest of grazes. Her sweet honey went straight to his head, and he nearly fell on her to feast. But he forced himself to ease off, licking around the heart of her need, always halting just short of his target.
How needy could he make her?
“Kaysar! It—it’s been too long since I...played.” Tremors shook her, her confidence overrun by torment. “I need to come. Please.”
“How long?” he demanded, so hard he thought he might explode at any moment. Slow down. Steady.
“Kaysar...”
He licked her clit and thrust two fingers deep. The tight fit drew a ragged groan from them both.
Though she rocked into him, he experienced a flicker of apprehension. Too readily he recalled the day he’d spied Jareth and Lulundria at the pond. The princess had teased her prince about being too big to fit inside her.
Sweat beaded his brow. Could this tiny channel accept his invasion without a hint of pain? If he ruined this experience for either of them... If ever she thought back and remembered that pain...
No! “How long?” he insisted, edging ever closer to worry. Thrusting his fingers. Slowly. Gently. Licking her clit.
She cried out. Arched to force him deeper. Gave her nipples another pinch.
A surge of primal satisfaction stole his breath. He had this effect on her. He alone. “How long, how long, how long?”
“A year? Don’t know, can’t think,” she babbled. “Harder, baby. Faster. Make me come.”
His next plunge shook the bed. A year. An eternity. He would prepare her, no matter how long it took. No matter the pain he endured. “Won’t stop until you come hard.” At least a dozen times...
Throat burning white hot, he hummed against her slickness. Lick. One finger. Lick. Two fingers.
“Kaysar.” She continued to chant his name, chasing his touch. “Baby, baby...yes. Right there.” The radiance of her skin intensified, her irises like mercury. Shivers cascaded over her and goose bumps followed. “Don’t...don’t stop. You said you wouldn’t.”
“Never stop. Want this honey always.”
When she bowed up, ready to snap, he thrust his fingers as deep as he could get them and licked her clit at the same time. A scream barreled from her, the climax swift but brutal.
No mercy. Before she had a chance to come down from her high, he flicked her little bud with more force, earning another moan from her. Music as sweet as her flavor. She’d grown richer with her orgasm.
Frenzied, he licked harder. Sucked. Fingered. In and out, until she was writhing against him once again.
He scissored his fingers, preparing her to take more of him, all of him, and—she petted him? He flipped his gaze up. She looked drunk with desire as she glided her thorn claws through his hair.
The rest of the world faded, instinct overtaking him. Only passion mattered. Chantel’s. His. Theirs.
This scrumptious beauty belonged to him.
He removed his fingers and crawled up, pressing his shaft against her core. Upon contact, he hissed in a breath. He rocked.
“What are you doing to me, baby?” She thrashed over the pillows. Streams of black hair tangled.
“I’m stripping you of your control, making you insatiable. Obviously.” He rocked against her with more force. Again. Pumping. “It’s only fair, since you do it to me.”
With his next forward glide, he nipped her bottom lip. She fisted the sheets, arched, and came with a hoarse cry.
The sounds she made... Sweat beaded his brow, and his muscle turned rigid. “Chantel,” he rasped, needing...something from her. Desperate for it.
A femme fatale with blazing eyes, she rose to her elbows. Her breasts bounced between the split in her gown, her nipples begging to be sucked. “My turn to seduce you.”