Knightqueen (Oronis Knights #3)

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you. All the places I want to touch you.”

“Sten.”

He couldn’t deny her anything. “Retract your armor, Carys.”

She did, the black armor withdrawing. He slid his hands under her skirts, his palms cupping her taut ass.

With a gasp, she locked her legs around him.

She reached down and tugged the front of her dress. Her breasts spilled out. “Touch me. Any way you want.”

With a groan, he closed his mouth over one nipple.

“Oh.” Her hips moved against him.

He sucked firmly. “Do you like that?” he asked against her skin.

“Yes.” Her hot gaze met his.

He growled. Need was heavy in his gut. He slid his hand between her legs, and found that she was already wet. He stroked, savoring her warmth and softness.

She arched and let out a small cry.

“Dreamed of touching you here.” He found the small, swollen nub at the top of her sex and rubbed. She made a husky sound and jerked. “Dreamed of kissing you here.”

More heat flooded her cheeks. “It feels so good. I ache so much. For you.”

He groaned, stroking her harder. But while they were partially concealed in the shadow of the hillside, he was still vitally aware that they were in the open, and being hunted.

The knightguard in him warned him to keep moving, to find safety. The man in him saw the desperate desire on her face. It made something twist inside him.

“Please, Sten,” she implored. “Show me…”

He couldn’t leave her hurting and unfulfilled.

He shoved his thigh between her legs, putting pressure where he knew she needed it. She let out a small cry.

“That’s right, Carys.” With his hands on her hips, he urged her to move.

She rubbed against him, her eyes glazed. “That feels so good. Stars, please, Sten.”

“I know, sweetness. Now, I want you to come for me.”

She rocked faster, her breathing thickening. “Sten.”

“Soon, when we’re safe, I’m going to put my mouth between your legs. Lick you until you come.”

She cried out.

“Then I’ll slide my cock inside you. It’ll be tight, you’ll feel it, but I’ll make it so good for you.”

A desperate sob escaped her, and she slid her hand into his hair, tugged. He knew she was close. Knowing he was making her feel good made his chest swell. She was his to protect, and to take care of, in all ways.

“Come, Carys. On me, for me.”

She clamped down on his thick thigh, moving sinuously, searching for more friction. He cupped her ass, and then she stiffened and shattered.

And Sten got to see the most beautiful sight he’d ever known—Carys finding her pleasure.