The Wright (Friday Updates)

Chapter 29 - Stables

Kinnut was not smiling then, nor was he frowning, but considering. After all, he had followed me into a lake where I was skinny dipping without asking first. "You shouldn't be. I would never hurt you."

I wish I could tell if he was lying. "How could I know?"

We were so close now that I could feel the movements of his hand strokes. One wrong swipe and he would touch me. I shivered at the thought, easing my way toward the bank, wanting sand under my feet to steady myself.

"You would if you let me in," he murmured. "If you made the connection. You would see everything."

My toes found purchase, but he was taller than me so his hands stopped treading at the same time. Now that we were still, I could see the tiny droplets on his eyelashes, the clear beads resting on his shoulders. "I can't..."

"Can't or won't?"

I felt my throat bob, his eyes darting between mine. Can't be what you want me to be. Can't decide how I feel about you. Can't do this with my employer. "This is not proper."

"No. It is not, but it is only improper if it is witnessed."

I tried to step back, but the incline meant that my breasts would soon be rising from the water where it only touched my collar bones and soothed my raging heartbeat. Fingertips brushed my sides along my ribs, hesitant, dancing. The strange pull of his touch was amplified a thousand times like a live current flowed through his hands, turning my thoughts to mush. Was it his magic?

It felt like chocolate melting on my tongue, the thrill of freefalling, the lullaby of crickets on the perfect night. I wanted to experience it all, hoard it to myself.

His body beckoned to mine, lured me like a siren's song when my fear was all tangled in attraction. I needed space to think...I...The entire palm spread over my side, heat flowing from it, melting the ice I shielded myself with. "Tell me to stop. Tell me to go and I will," he whispered, nose inches from mine.

The pounding in my chest and core increased, tight pressure starved for touch, hungry for meals it had been denied. I felt how much he wanted it, ravenous to feel and learn every inch of my skin. Possessive.

"Your M-"

His other hand lifted to my jaw, the heel against my throat. Large pupils in eyes that surged and churned like lightning stared at my mouth, all the desire in the world there. "Kinnut. Say it."

"Kinnut..." I wanted him to make it all go away.

His lips covered mine, lust reverberating between us like an echo that was only growing stronger. The king's touch had never felt like this before. It was raw, unrestrained, and addicting. Kinnut's fingers slid behind my neck, pulling me closer until I could not touch the sand. My front was flush with his, breasts to his abdomen, and the hard velvet of his throbbing member trapped against my belly.

All my confusing thoughts were flushed away, need consuming and overriding logic. My hands were on his biceps and I dug my nails in to anchor him, to take whatever he had. He was so much more than the fumbling youths of my past.

His tongue delved between my lips, opening me to him, coaxing me to allow him entry. The drag of his palm down my side was hesitant, sluggish, rounding the curve of my waist to squeeze my ass. Kinnut pulled me into him hard, dipping to my thigh and lifting my leg to the side of his. The cold water was shocking on my heated seam, but the way he devoured my mouth was far too distracting.

I could focus on nothing else than the way he slipped under again, this time making contact with my pulsing core. The gasp I made was stolen as he nipped at my lower lip, keeping my attention on him alone. Fingertips teased my folds. I ached for him to push inside, to fill me and stop this flaming urgency.