“Fuck,” he groaned. Lord Belshazzar jerked his hand out of his pocket and slammed his palm against Orin’s chest, his key in hand. He growled, “Get the damn door open.”
A second later, both of his palms gripped my ass, his lips back on mine and focused on devouring my mouth.
The click of a lock echoed, and the door swung open. I hardly noticed when his shoes and socks went flying into the room, along with the key, from his guard’s hands. I leaned my head back long enough to order, “Phoenix, disappear.”
My guard obeyed my command, gone in a blink.
“No one disturbs me until we leave in the morning,” Bel growled to his men, pushing into the room.
I hung on tight as he kicked the door closed behind us and locked it. This late at night, the steel security walls were down inside his bedchambers, but he pressed his thumb to a new, small black panel on the door, and quickly removed it. A steel panel slid down over his door in the next instant.
Since receiving my apartments as Queen today, I’d learned all the royal suites were soundproof—not just his. But Lord Belshazzar had added additional security to this room.
I pressed my mouth back against his, kissing and nipping his beautiful lips. “We’re going to get your bed dirty if we don’t shower first.”
Bel’s smirk was wicked, his dominating eyes focused solely on me. He walked us to his massive bed. “They’ll be cleaned tomorrow.”
“Oomph,” I grunted, staring up into his eyes from where I’d landed in the middle of his soft bed. The Overlord had tossed me without warning. I lifted up on my elbows, my attention riveted on him as he started to strip in front of me. “I’ll forgive you for doing that if you take those off real slow.”
A cocky black eyebrow lifted, his fearsome eyes never leaving mine. His suit jacket casually slid off one arm, and then the other, revealing his strong, broad shoulders and his black dress shirt that fit snugly around his biceps. The jacket dropped to the floor.
He purred, “Am I forgiven yet?”
I licked my bottom lip, my panties damp. I mumbled absently, “Getting there.” I waggled a finger up and down his frame, my eyes trapped on his scrumptious body. I ordered, “Keep going.”
His resulting chuckle was all confident male.
Each shirt button opened so painstakingly slow, I was a panting mess when he slid it off his shoulders. I swallowed hard when the shirt plunged to the floor. His undershirt crept up his torso and finally over his head next. It hit the ground.
He questioned, “And now?”
“Almost,” I gasped.
Muscles contracted and hardened as he slid his belt from his pants, his leisurely pace tormenting me in the best way possible. Holy-fuck-me, the man was danger and beauty combined, an intoxicating, scary ass being. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anyone more powerful and god-like as he unzipped his pants and continued to torture me.
He allowed his pants to drop to the floor.
Bel’s right thumb slipped below his boxer briefs, sliding his finger back and forth over his trim stomach. He hummed, “I have to be close now.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled in a lust-filled daze. Damn that finger. I wanted to be his finger right now. I wanted my tongue flicking back and forth like his finger was doing. I wanted that finger on me. I squeezed my thighs together, already soaking for him. “Just a little more.”
His fingers pushed under the material at his hips…and slowly…oh, so damn slowly…slid the boxer briefs down and kicked them to the side. The Overlord was fully erect, his cock intimidating in the extreme but mouthwateringly gorgeous.
I groaned as I looked him up and down.
The thick black leather band that wrapped around his right wrist was all that he wore, the vampire royal crest imprinted in the leather. Sexy as fuck.
He ran his right hand down his bare chest, stopping just shy of his lovely cock. “Forgiven?”
“Yes,” I moaned. I maneuvered onto my hands and knees, and crawled across his bed, tracking blood-mud behind me and not giving two shits. I was ready to taste his skin. All those delicious muscles. But I’d start with his cock first.
Bel was having none of that.
He hissed, his fangs lowering. He sprang at me.
I squealed as the world turned inside out.
Dizziness and flashes of color exploded.
I landed back on his bed, butt naked, all my clothes ripped to shreds around us—where the fuck were my weapons?—with a hungering Overlord on top me. Only to be rolled with me sprawled on top of him. Red eyes stared up at me. He hissed, “You want to suck my cock? You do it while you sit on my face. I want my tongue in your pussy.”
I blinked. Lifted one finger. “Give me a moment.”
Then…I burped. The world was still spinning.
Bel pressed his head back against his mattress. “Do. Not. Puke. On. Me.”
I twirled my finger, slurring, “My brain’s still trying to catch up.”
Two of his fingers shoved deep inside my cunt.
I jerked and sucked in a harsh breath.
The room cleared, my vision straightening in a flash. I shuddered against him, my blue eyes turning red. This man was the whole package.
He lifted one black eyebrow, curling his fingers ever so slightly inside me. “Caught up yet, little one?”
I licked my lips and nodded. I ground against his fingers until my eyes closed and my frame shuddered all over. I whimpered, “So damn good.”
Bel lifted his head and kissed my neck gently, then he placed his mouth against my ear. “I already said what I want. Your pussy on my mouth. Quit getting distracted.” I snapped my eyes open at his sexy, demanding tone, more than willing to obey his directive. His thumb rubbed against my clit, petting me before he removed his fingers from inside my pussy. Bel leaned his head back down, his long, black hair billowing out around his head on the mattress. He patted my hip, ordering, “Turn around.”
Dominant, yet sweet. It was heady and attractive.
I pressed my lips to his, kissing him, letting him know I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Our lips caressed and moved. We took our time to taste one another and revel in the softness of each other’s mouths. His groan curled my toes, and his hands ran over my back, then down to my ass. He squeezed roughly enough to remind me of the order he’d given.
I chuckled softly. Pecked his lips once more.
Then I submitted and turned around.
His cock… Oh, his cock.
I could write a poem about his fucking cock.
I should wine and dine this fucker every night. I would pet it and kiss it, and—
“Are you all right down there?” Bel questioned, his voice amused. He kissed the inside of my left thigh. “You’re just staring at my penis, and while I don’t mind staring at your pussy all night long, I’d rather you move your ass down a little bit so I can lick all that wetness waiting for me.”
I stared at it.
Seriously, his cock was a work of art.
Maybe I could take a picture—
He cleared his throat and ran his palms up the outside of my thighs. His tone suddenly tempered to a gentling cadence. “Little one, are you still with me? If you’re not ready—”
“It’s so pretty,” I whispered. Stupidly.
A rush of laughter shook his large body underneath me, waking me from my awed state. Even his legs were freaking shaking. The mattress underneath my hands and knees vibrated with his humor.
My mouth opened and closed in embarrassment, more than thrilled that he couldn’t see my expression.
“That’s a new one,” he sputtered.
Still laughing.
I slapped his thigh. Though his laugh was profound and happy, tickling my ears in pleasure, I protested, “Just erase the last thirty seconds from your mind. I didn’t really say that or act like that.”
Bel snorted. Hard.
He didn’t comment further, though.
I breathed a sigh of relief, my skin cooling.
Thank you, my lord. Truly.