“Do you like my crown?” He flicked one of his fingers toward it and nodded upward.
“It’s nice,” I said. He continued to walk toward me. I circled away from the open balcony and toward the other side of the room. He shifted his walk to a path of interception. “Rather simple, but I don’t suppose I have seen that many crowns. Seems like a crown is something only worn when compensating for a lack of polish and prestige elsewhere…”
Kajo grinned, pausing a moment. It was the first time I had seen more than a frown or brooding smirk. It made a flutter spring forward in my chest and I tried to silence its flight. I couldn’t resist how charming he looked with that smile. He stepped closer again. “I would lay my crown at your feet to show you just how polished I am in other ways.”
“You? The Beast King?” I laughed but groaned inwardly at how shaky the laugh was, shaky as I tried to control my rapid heart rate and shallow breathing. A position of strength, a position of strength, I told myself over and over. “I can’t imagine you are polished in any action.”
“Fine,” he said, stepping closer again. “But, I might show you my ample prestige.”
He was but two steps away now and I found I had walked myself into a corner of the room, the canopied bed on my right, the door to the bathroom on the left.
“I can’t imagine—”
“Then, let me show you.”
He took the last two steps forward. Before I could react, he had grabbed me be the arms and lifted me. That same bolt of electricity went through my entire body, as if he were an electric charge wired to my soul. I gasped as he tossed me onto the bed and sprang quickly on top of me. My heart was beating so fast and part of me was screaming to stand my ground, to not let him, to remember that he had captured me from my home, but the part I couldn’t control, the part that was fluttering and yearning and lusting, let loose a giggle as he straddled me, pressing my hands back into the soft bed, and grinding his crotch into mine.
I made a sharp intake of breath as his hard cock, ample, indeed, pressed into my clit. He rocked hard into me, pressing with his body like a wave into me, swooping in close to my face, his lips just an inch from mine, his eyes dancing and sparking and daring me to kiss him, stopping right before our lips touched.
My breath was fast, my breasts heaving up and down. His eyes strayed for a moment to them as they rose and fell and I chose to act in that moment, slipping my hands down and out of his, and he let them go. I slithered down in the bed in a swift motion, aiming to go directly under him and out of the bed, but instead, he crossed his legs over my waist and pinned me down so that my head was right under his crotch and I was staring at the shape of his hard, engorged dick beneath his tight leather pants.
“Is my prestige ample enough?” His voice was even deeper, husky, and his breath was coming short and hot, too.
I looked back at him where he was positioned, hands kneading into the bed over my shoulders, as he was on hands and knees over me. I didn’t stop engaging his eyes as I gently slipped my hands, which were shaking, around to his waist. I let my fingertips glide lightly over his skin under the tunic where they met his pants, and he audibly shivered a gasp, until my full palms smoothed down his thighs, then moved over, and grabbed full handfuls of his ass. His eyes grew wider in a bolt of stunned reaction, and I winked at him.
He hooted with delight, the sound of a wild animal prepared to play with its prey. In an instant, his hands were on mine on his ass and he was swinging me out from under him, through his legs, up into the air, then gathered in his arms, and he was crushing my lips with a kiss.
I couldn’t believe how soft his lips were…the animal smirk, the feral desire…I had never thought he could be so gentle and so fierce at the same time. Prisms of color split through my mind and every emotion I had ever held blurred into a fantastic ecstasy of bliss.
He held my hands behind his back with one strong hand while the other wound its fingers into my hair. His tongue flicked into my mouth and I captured it, sucking it hard as he responded by grabbing my head and pinning me to his face. He released my hands and both of his grabbed my arms, pushing me back to the bed with a force that made me lose my breath. I managed to catch my breath right before he swooped in, as if to kiss me again, but instead tilted my chin away and kissed my cheek…so sweetly…so lightly…as if he cherished every freckle and flaw of my face.
His hand moved down from my chin to gather around my neck, feathering his fingers lightly over my exposed skin, as if he knew the wind that breathed through my lungs made me precious, then he was kissing my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, and finally, my lips. No tongue. Just a sweet pressure.
My hands quivered on his back and butterflies were shooting through every
