Page 72 of Caroline the Cruel
She pinned his shaking hands to his sides. Unfurling her power into him, she eased any nausea he might be feeling. He wanted to use them, and she suspected it was not to push her away.
“Do it,” he moaned. That cost him and she planned to reward him for it.
Nothing existed outside of Breicher’s ache and the spread pink lips and greedy tongue flicking against the head of him, teasing as she ran her fingers up his length. Then he was in her fist, lips closing over him. Each time she moved forward on him, she took him a little deeper, until she no longer needed to use her hand, she had him bumping into the back of her throat.
Watching the queen work for him was what dreams were made of, and it was an effort to prolong the pleasure. Right when he’d think he was at the edge, she’d pull back and tease the tip, giving him a breather, before beginning her languid tempo once more.
As if giving him permission for what he so desperately wanted, she released her hold on him and his fingers immediately threaded through her hair, drawing her down on him more insistently than she’d been moving. “Relax for me,” he urged. “I need you to take all of me. You can do it.” As he felt her muscles ease, surrendering to the moment, he pressed his hips forward, sliding in the last few inches. When her nose bumped his stomach, he let out a guttural cry.Gods, what a sight.Nothing compared to this, and it was only her mouth. He took her over and over again, pressing as deep as he could go.
“Caroline!” Her name was a prayer on his lips, between savage grunts and heavy breaths. She wanted to cry out, too, but he wouldn’t let her. Her glassy eyes told him how badly she ached for him from the way he was using her mouth. A whimper escaped her, and he swelled in her mouth. “That’s it, Your Majesty. Not much longer.”
Caroline’s core clenched. There was the cocky man she’d fallen for. Part of her wanted to force him on the bed and take what she wanted, but she desired to give him this. Something else to visualize. And every time her nose brushed against his tight stomach muscles, a wave of pleasure washed over her. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, and she moaned onto him, knowing the deep vibration would drive him over the edge.
And like that, he was holding her head, keeping himself deep in her mouth as he spilled himself into her throat.
After his convulsions subsided, he released her head. Sitting back on her heels, she wiped the back of her hand across her lips and stared up at the warrior god who’d just claimed her mouth, the way she wished he’d claim her body.
He’d used her mouth so thoroughly tears had sprung forward. Gently, his rough thumbs swept underneath her eyes, wiping them away as he cupped her face. The look on his face, the absolute vulnerability in him at that moment, would have brought her to her knees if she weren’t already there. “I wish…” he trailed off, releasing her. Her eyes followed him as his face crumpled from ecstasy to defeat. She knew that look. In his mind he’d given in.But what had he wished?
Then another thought struck her. That was bullshit.
Breicher paced to the bathroom and was splashing chilly water on his face when she finally approached him. “I didn’t peg you for a selfish lover,” Caroline said, sneering up at him as she rested her backside against the counter he was leaning over. He was conflicted, but she didn’t care. That he resented being with her was unacceptable.
Breicher eyed his wife, feeling a mixture of satisfaction, finally after all this time, and immense guilt. He was amazed by her. She was the most stunning creature he’d ever seen. How she sensed exactly which buttons to push was anyone’s guess.She knows you, an unwelcome voice nagged. He wasn’t a selfish lover. That was one of the things he prided himself on. Even if it was a woman he was paying, he always made sure to get her off, too, if that’s what she wanted.
“What do you want, Caroline?” he said in a voice which was as menacing as he could manage.
“For you to reciprocate. Is that so much to ask? I know you want to.” Caroline rubbed her palms across the silky material at her hips, and shifted her leg, so the slit of her gown exposed her inner thighs. “Don’t you want to feel what you do to me?” she breathed.
Breicher couldn’t remove his eyes from his wife’s spread thighs. How was he getting hard again after he just spent himself inside her pink, pouty lips? He had been denying himself for too long. Being around the queen did things to his body that if she were any other woman, he would not have to deny. But even the fact that he wanted her made him feel like a traitor. He had no idea how he’d feel if he gave in to his desire to bury himself deep inside her, but he imagined it would be far worse than how he felt now.
Her delicate hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged. He allowed her to pull his hand toward her body. He was transfixed as she placed it on her hip and then guided it lower over her exposed flesh. Swallowing, he looked up at the queen.
She was staring at him. Her breathy need was apparent in her gaze. Her mouth parted in a quick breath escaped as his hand slid lower, cupping her sex. “Oh,” he gasped, feeling the moisture through the flimsy fabric. His fingers were moving on their own accord, now sliding the lacy garment aside.
His cock twitched, renewed the moment the pad of his fingers skimmed through her desire. He flipped his fingers a little deeper and an unbidden sigh formed in the back of his throat at the wetness he had discovered. Making him want her like this was one of her punishments for what had happened with Hollis. She had to know that to him, giving in was a betrayal. That was the only reason she would allow him her mouth and her body after he’d scorned her.
He stilled, his train of thoughts making a shock of ice dance across his skin.
“Gods, Breicher. Don’t stop.”
A surge of heat shattered the ice crystals at the sound of her begging his name—his real name. He’d had plenty of women cry it before, but none jolted through him like when his name was on her tongue. He pressed his fingers deeper, thrusting, finding her center and used his thumb to massage little circles into the bundle of swollen nerves right above until her hips were grinding into his hand.
Her cool fingers crept over his abdomen and ran up his chest, sending tingles across his skin. Urging him to angle his body nearer, her greedy hands crawled all over his body, eventually discovering the erection he was hoping would stay hidden.
“Oh, wow. Again?” She asked, a little giggle followed by a small cry.
She fumbled to undo the laces of his trousers. Eventually she succeeded and had her grip around him, squeezing and moving in a rhythm she’d keenly observed him using.
Breicher threw his head back at the waves of pleasure cascading out from his cock through his body.
“Oh, Breicher,” Caroline cried, the sound interrupting her moans. Tight inner walls cinched down on his fingers as her orgasm shook through her. When it finally passed, she commanded, “Do it again,” between pants.
Having a laugh at his demanding wife, he redoubled his effort to bring her to release again. When she was close, he wrapped his hand over hers, still pumping his erection, and squeezed.
Her forehead crashed into his shoulder as she cried out again. Another pump of their hands and he was coming right along with her, thrusting his hips in time with his plunging fingers.
When the aftershocks subsided, she was still leaning her head into him. He grabbed her shoulders and leaned her backwards a little to better see her. Her bright silver eyes were glazed over with satisfaction, and her hands trembled as she ran them across his skin, eliciting gooseflesh.
