Chapter 203

Jate’s lips were everywhere, and the flesh on Kit’s neck was heating up with every kiss, every lick, so that a fire began to burn down her skin, becoming a rising flame low in her abdomen as his hands continued to explore her body through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

He’d turned her around a moment ago to unpin her hair, but very little of that had been done. Pressed against his bare chest, his hard cock jutting out beneath his breeches so that her bottom was nestled against it, she was glad for the distraction her neck had provided. One hand found its way down the top of her bodice as the other encircled her waist, his long fingers stretching ever so close to the place where fire consumed her the most as he continued to run his tongue down her neck, sucking and pecking, nipping with his teeth as she ground up against him.

His palm encircled her breast, teasing the delicate area at first before she moved so that his thumb and first finger pulled and rubbed the hardened point while his other hand began to gather up her skirt so that he could slip beneath it. Feeling his fingertips on the mound of soft down between her legs, Kit spread her thighs wide and welcomed him in. One finger, then two, slid inside of her, lifting her up to her tiptoes with each thrust as she let out a moan of pleasure. She was wet and ready to have him inside of her, but the way he teased her into this state had been nothing but seduction of the highest form.

When he’d first come to her chambers, Kit’s mind had been elsewhere to the point that she’d almost asked him only to lay with her. Jate made no secret that he was of the opinion she’d be better off to occupy her mind with other activities, and with slow, steady kisses, she’d given in. Now, with his fingers inside of her and his tempting lips on her neck, Kit was glad she’d changed her mind.

His length intensified with each rub of her backside against him so that Jate was breathing heavily by the time he slipped a third finger inside of her, and Kit leaned her head back gasping for air. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue coated with the taste of her own skin still tantalizing as it flicked across her own before he plunged deeply between her parted lips, pressing upward with his hand as he did so, exhausting any air she had left in her lungs. By the time he released her, Kit was panting, begging for more.

Jate wasn’t about to leave her disappointed. He removed his hand from between her legs and tugged her gown off over her head, dropping it on the floor near his discarded clothing. His hands continued to explore her now naked body as she rocked back and forth against his member. He twisted, bringing his head down beneath her arm to suckle her breast, one hand holding her in place while the other slid his breeches down. Kit wrapped her arm around his broad shoulders, holding on as his teeth gently gripped her nipple. His cock sprang free of his undergarments, gliding along her bottom. Kit instinctively spread her legs, remembering how good it had felt when Landon came into her from behind. She didn’t know if Jate would be capable of learning to pleasure her that way at the moment since her head wasn’t clear enough to instruct him, but the feel of the tip of his cock pressed against her sensitive flesh had her crying out again.

He seemed to understand what she wanted, and Kit wondered if perhaps her Representatives shared more information than she’d realized. Jate released her breast, finding her neck again, and began to move toward the bed. Kit went ahead of him as he directed her, but when she reached the edge of the mattress, near the nightstand, he didn’t pick her up and place her on top where she’d expected. Instead, he directed her to bend at the waist and then slid a pillow between her chest and the blankets. Kit was confused but left herself to his capable hands.

Jate dropped to his knees behind her, his palms coming up around her to cup her breasts. His fingers worked over her nipples, tugging a little harder this time than before, but Kit liked the feel of his rough fingers on her even when a hint of pain mingled with the pleasure. He let her breast go, and Kit’s own hands took their place, as he ran his fingertips down her back to her hips. Then, grabbing ahold of her bottom, he spread her legs wider. Kit braced herself as his tongue sank deeply in between her folds. Lapping and sucking, he nestled his face against her bottom, his tongue penetrating further with each pass until Kit was clawing at the bed, crying out from the waves of ecstasy that began in her core and quaked through her body. He brought her to the brink of rapture, and then removed his tongue, licking her bottom as he stood.

Kit felt the need to protest, to demand he drop to his knees and send her over the edge, but before she could regain her breath enough to do so, Jate rammed into her from behind, his thick cock filling her completely as his body pounded into the back of her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her tightly against him before he slid completely out and then thrust into her again. This time, he kept the head in but continued to pound her hard over and over again, using her own weight to his advantage by moving her hips back and forth each time.

Her breath was caught in her throat. Since he was standing, he had leverage and power behind each movement of his hips. Never had Kit felt so completely satisfied with each slamming motion of his hips. He sent her well beyond the edge of euphoria so that by the time she thought he was about to come, as well, Kit’s throat was raspy from crying out so many times.

Jate didn’t fill the sheath though. He stopped moments before he reached that point, and Kit felt him slide out of her. Confusion washed over her, but she didn’t have the words to ask why. When he picked her up, turned her over, and laid her gently on a pillow at the head of the bed, she understood. Climbing on top of her, Jate leaned down and kissed her slowly, with intent, and Kit responded to the sweet sensation of his lips on hers again, no longer desiring the exertion of the rough approach but wanting to see and feel this man that she loved as he reminded her of how entirely much he cared for her.

His pulse was still pounding; she could feel his heart beating in his chest as he slid inside of her again, carefully this time. Jate dipped his head to run his tongue around her nipple before lightly licking her once. Then, his mouth was on hers again as he took his time building back to the point where he’d pulled out before.

Kit was sore from the first round, but the feel of him inside of her, exploring her with caution, brought her back to a state of euphoria quickly, despite his deliberate movements. He smelled of sweat and spices, that unique scent that was her Jate. She ran her hands down the thick muscles of his back, bringing her knees up on either side of his hips, finally opening her eyes to take him in. His hazel eyes were fixed on her as tiny beads of sweat glistened in his hair. She returned his smile and brought her head up to find his lips, relishing each delicate touch of him as he worked his way further inside of her.

This time, when she reached her culmination point, Jate came along with her, both of them crying out together. Kit’s body shuddered a few times, and then Jate pulled himself out and came to rest on the pillow beside her, fully spent.

She ran her fingertips along the side of his face, grazing his hair and collecting some perspiration as she smiled over at him. Jate nestled closer, wrapping his arms around her as his leg came over top of her and his lips met hers. “Was that... too much?” he asked, once he’d released her and settled his head next to hers.

Unable to decide exactly how to respond, she simply said, “No.”

Jate chuckled. “Are you well, Princess?”

Once again, Kit had no response, so she said only, “I will be.”

He leaned over and kissed her nose, and Kit’s heavy eyes gave in to the weariness a long day and exerting evening had brought upon her. She knew he’d take care of working the blanket from beneath her and tuck her in, his arm soon finding its way back around her, and for that evening, at least, she felt secure and confident that no one could harm her or those she cared about, not even a ruthless queen.