Page 93 of Caroline the Cruel
He gave her a pleading look.Just end his misery now.He cupped her cheek as if she were glass he might shatter. “I feel like I’m going to spend the rest of my life apologizing to you.”
The way she grinned made him a little nervous. She knelt between his spread knees so they were face to face and clasped his jaw in her cool hands. “I see you, Breicher. And despite everything, I love you.”
As she kissed him, her benevolence lapped over him like a warm wave. Any hesitation flowed away in the ebbing tide. He’d dreamed of finding a wife that he loved, an equal. Instead, he’d gotten a queen and a goddess. He shuddered as he deepened the kiss, the feel of his wife eclipsing every thought in his mind.
He pulled away for a moment to give the words room to burst out. “I love you too, Caroline.” He’d think of another, more eloquent way to say it one day, but the simplicity of the words rang true to him as he repeated the feelings of his heart. “I love you.”
Caroline’s silver irises pulsed, his own glowing blue a reflection in hers. Had the Gods ever imagined such a pairing?
“Then show me,” she answered, laying back on a pile of silken pillows. Her alabaster skin shone like moonlight against the black bedding, her white hair absorbing each flicker of candlelight.
When she spread her knees, baring herself to him, it was as if the heavens had parted and were calling him home. He wanted to grip his chest as his pride swelled. She was his—really and truly his. No games, no punishments. Just their two souls intertwining, the way she’d know they would, if he’d let his guarded and hate filled heart open to hers. The urge to cover her with himself was almost unbearable, like some primal mating ritual.
Slow down. He had to take this slowly. Savor the woman who was gracious enough to let him back into her heart. Show her she hadn’t made a mistake trusting him with it. He positioned himself between her legs, lifting her ankle to his mouth, knowing as he ran his hot tongue against her cool skin, the heat would dance in gooseflesh across her body.
Caroline clenched and jerked beneath him as Breicher kissed and sucked his way up her thighs. He kissed right at the edge of her center, teasing. He nudged her clit with his nose, then extended his tongue right through the pool of her desire. She was dripping for him and he shuddered at the taste of her. At the knowledge of what he did to her.
With every lick and thrust, he made sure she knew just how thoroughly he intended to show her how he felt. She was writhing beneath him, and he was enjoying every second, his cock throbbing with every twitch. Right as he brought her to the precipice, as the early tremors in her legs and her inner walls flexed, he eased his tongue out, giving her a few teasing flicks.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Caroline sobbed when he pulled his mouth away from her sex. “Damn you. And they say I’m cruel,” she said, trying to shove his head back down where she wanted it, but he swatted her hands away. Her eyebrows lowered as she sat up and glared at him making him suspect she wanted to tease him about how he owed her. She didn’t joke, though. It was too soon, and they needed this. She gave this to him—her—without any room for question.Caroline flopped back onto the pillows to allow him to continue his ministrations at his own pace, slow and languid. Leisurely, to show her now that he had her, he’d take all the time in the world to make her feel good, because they had that now and he wouldn’t waste it.
His wife was pouting for sex—practically growling. He crawled up her body and sucked her lower lip into his mouth. Gods, he loved this woman. But this first time, he wanted to make an impression, take her to the edge repeatedly until, when she finally came, he’d show her all the beauty of the universe in a single moment. The first of many gifts he planned to give his wife.
“I want all of that pent up sexual need seizing up around my cock, Your Majesty,” he said, his voice lust drunk against her ear. Her head tilted back into the pillow as he nudged at her entrance, while nipping her neck. “Breicher, please,” she demanded.
She swore to the dead Gods. This man had her so tightly coiled she might explode. He quaked above her as he pressed himself inside. A helpless whimper escaped her throat, and she dug her heels into the bed, pushing herself further up on him, wanting—no—needingmore. Meeting her desperation, he forced himself the rest of the way inside her and she gasped, feeling her inner walls cinch down around him. It almost hurt, taking all of him in.
She’d known. Somehow, she’d known it was him the moment she’d seen him. Despite everything, they’d persevered. If it hadn’t been for Jaden’s quick thinking with that document, she might be missing out on the shuddering man above her.
“Gods, Caroline,” he moaned, retracting a little. “If you don’t relax, this is going to be over very quickly.”
“Kiss me,” she said. Breicher obeyed and when his tongue swept against hers, the taste of herself on him made her eyes roll back in her head and her body ease into the rhythm of him. He was right—this was going to be quick.
Giving her swift, shallow strokes, it didn’t take him long to bring her to the edge again. When he stilled, not letting her climax, taking his own breather she suspected, Caroline let out a desperate wail and beat at his chest. “I hate you,” she cried.
He grabbed her hands, tugging them above her head. “Be a good girl, Caroline.”
She tried to jerk away, but he held her firm, reaching his free hand beneath her ass, angling her toward him so he could press in deeper. Her face teetered between anguish and sublime pleasure. “I think I’m going to die,” she moaned as he nudged over and over the deepest part of her core in slow, agonizing strokes before taking her to the edge once again. He did it twice more, seeming to only keep a thread of control himself.
She was Caroline Dallimore, Queen of the Joined Kingdoms, panting, begging, practically crying beneath this man as he worked her. Never before had she been so thoroughly splayed open, emotionally and physically and the man above her appeared as if he never experienced anything more satisfying than witnessing the lines of ecstasy etching her face. The Gods had wrung every ounce of pain from her body over the years. Breicher seemed determined to do the same with pleasure. She deserved no less.
“Release me,” she demanded. “I swear to everything holy if you do that again, I’ll make you cut out your own heart.”
Her husband’s taunting laughter reverberated through her. Sexy, cocky bastard. Of course, Breicher would laugh at her threats. Look at the puddle of pleasure he’d melted her into. The way he worked his hips—she couldn’t even make herself feel like this. She was utterly his—her king.
When he finally released her hands, she dug her claws into the back of his arms and clung to him. She squeezed tighter, digging the tips of her nails in deeper, and Breicher’s head kicked back, and he moaned at the ceiling thrusting forward. A sharp sensation jolted down her spine which seemed to mirror his experience. His full body shudders and that sublime pleasure-soaked expression that almost looked like pain told her his release lapped at the edge of a crumbling damn. The intensity in his luminescent sapphire eyes, that stare penetrated her, blasting past the obsidian wall she protected her black heart behind. Breicher’s gaze dove into her depths findinghersomewhere in the chasm of her tarnished soul. And dead Gods it felt good.
Everything about him was perfect. Caroline savored the weight of his muscular body pressing down on hers, into hers, like the entire summer night sky coming down to visit, cloaking her in its warmth. Finally caving to her demands, he moved relentlessly, driving her pleasure higher and higher. Stars burst through her vision as her body tensed, the first wave of violent pleasure rocketing through her. “Breicher,” she cried, hanging on his shoulders as each crash hit, only to be superseded by the next. She wasn’t aware of time. She felt infinite. Her only sensation was of acute bliss pulsing outward from her core.
Caroline was breathless when the aftershocks, which seemed to be timeless, finally subsided. She peeled her eyes open to see Breicher above her, watching. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice guttural, as he brushed her sweaty strands out of her face. “Otherworldly.”
“Did you?” she asked in a voice that rang uncharacteristically sweet for her.Ugh, what was he turning her into?
Breicher sighed as he peeled himself off and she hated him sliding out of her, away from her.
“Yeah,” he said, climbing out of bed to retrieve a cloth to clean up the mess they’d made. “Shall I have a bath drawn, my queen?”
The muscles of his ass flexed with each step as he walked away, and her lips parted to draw in a quick breath. How long would it be until she could have him again? “Just come back to bed and tell me about the wonders of this famous Ivanslohe blood you have.”
