Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Her mouth hovered over his, the cups of her bra sliding on his skin. He could feel the intoxicating mix of silk and warm, soft flesh. Then all that mattered was her tongue against his bottom lip. She dragged it over him and he felt the sizzle down his spine. She deepened the kiss, urging his mouth open. This he could do. He might be totally under her control, but his tongue could match hers, sliding in an intimate glide that had them both panting. Over and over she kissed him, her body pressed to his. She’d made a place for herself between his legs, and her pelvis rubbed against his dick, threatening to push him over the edge.
No. He wasn’t going to give in. He wasn’t going to give up. Not until she’d had her pleasure, not until she’d taken him deep inside her body and ridden him like a racing stallion.
She kissed her way down his body and he bit back a groan. She was determined to make him insane. He was sure of it. It was there in the way she kissed along his jawline, ran her tongue over the flesh of his neck. Those dainty fingers of hers found his nipples, rolling them at first, and then giving him a hard tweak.
He held on to the ropes, his only lifeline in a sea of pleasure. He had to stay focused or he would let his queen down. She was the important one, her pleasure the goal.
And that was why it worked, he realized. Day was thinking the same thing. How many times had he heard Taggart and his friends talk about the “exchange”? BDSM, he’d been told, was an exchange, and it only worked when it was one of equality, when each partner brought his or her unique gifts to the relationship, offering them up with generous hearts. Kash had laughed inside because he’d seen it as an exchange of orgasms, and wasn’t that really the point of all sex?
This was more. While he was concentrating on pleasing Day, she was focused on pleasing him. While her happiness was the goal, his was also her goal.
When both partners put aside all selfishness and concentrated on the needs of the other, that was when the exchange worked.
God, he’d thought Taggart had been talking about sex. He’d been talking about love. He’d been talking about how to build a marriage.
The king and queen would always have to think about their country, but he was more than a king. He was Kash and she was Day, and they could find their own path, their own rule, their own ways to love each other.
His father’s way had been to keep all his precious memories in a lockbox and try to show everyone how strong he was. Kash could find a different way.
Day’s mouth hovered over his cock, the heat nearly frying his brain. He wanted to shove his pelvis up, forcing his cock inside those luscious lips, but he held still. This was her time and he was her prize. He wasn’t going to take that from her. Instead, he stared down the length of his body as she leaned over and her tongue darted out, swiping across his cockhead.
His hands tightened on the ropes, holding himself in place under the sweet lash of her tongue.
“Don’t you come, my servant.” The words hummed against his sensitive flesh and he could feel her lips there, smiling as she tortured his cock. Her nails brushed against his heavy balls right before she cupped him. “You won’t like what happens if you displease me. We’ll see how my servant feels about a cock ring.”
She squeezed his balls to brush along the right side of pain.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he bit his lip to stop himself from blowing then and there.
“Do you know how beautiful you are right now?” She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, heating his body until he was sure he would burst into flames. She whirled her tongue over and around and then gave him the barest hint of her teeth. “I love watching you dance on the edge. I love watching you control yourself so you don’t go over too fast and ruin the pleasure.”
He shook his head. “Not about the pleasure. Want it to last because of you. Want to stay here with you. That’s why I fight. I don’t want this to ever end.”
He wanted the moment to stay suspended, forever right here with her. It couldn’t. He knew that, but he could draw it out. He could make it last so the memory would feel like days instead of hours.
“I don’t either. It doesn’t have to. This place where we can be whoever we want to be, it never goes away, it’s merely hidden for a while. But each and every time we’re alone, you’ll have all of me, Kashmir. And when we’re not alone, know I’m waiting for you. Even when we’re not alone, know that I will be your queen, your wife, your love. However you need me, that’s what I’ll be for you.”