Chapter 31

H er ratcheting desire for Kaxim was not going away.

Instead, it was exploding.

Liana found that amid inspecting their warriors, training with them, and even managing the affairs of the Ilkan Kingdom along with Ja’Kan, her mind was never far away from her new husband.

She was perpetually wet from thinking of him.

Her nights were spent in a sweat beside him, clit throbbing, tits swollen, fantasizing about him levering in and out of her hungry pussy, his slim hips driving hard between her thighs.

She fantasied, she imagined, she freakin’ drowned in need.

He sensed it, too.

The man had a permanent hard-on.

She tagged evidence of it under his trews, robes, and armor.

She glanced at it in person when he stripped at night.

She swore with every day, his cock head went darker and his face harder from restraining himself so much.

She had to do something to fix the issue before they both blew from the pressure of pent-up passion.

She came to a decision and plan soon enough.

One night, she chose a nightgown that K’Shana had provided in her trousseau with a wink.

It was translucent and see-through, made of cobwebbed lace, and showed all her seductive curves.

She also wore nothing under it, and when she emerged from the washroom and sailed past her husband, she caught his strangled hiss.

Success!

She took her time fluffing pillows and rearranging the covers, making sure the lantern that backlit her showed off her nude body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She sensed their soul bond roil as a storm of epic proportions brewed in the man glaring at her.

Coupled with the heavy inhales, he strode naked towards the bed and, with a huff, lifted the sheets to slide under it, turning himself from her.

Not a word was exchanged as she slid between the covers and turned off her light, sinking the room into a semi-darkness. Only a distant lamp in the living area provided light in the shrouded space.

She shifted and touched a hand to his shoulder.

His breathing hitched and speeded up.

She struck.

She sat up and rotated to him, her tits pushing through the diaphanous cloth.

‘Kaxim,’ she whispered.

His spine stiffened.

His head turned just a little.

‘What?’ he growled with a brooding thunder.

‘I’ve been thinking. We made a promise to serve the Kingdom, to do our duty. But we’re now neglecting it.’

‘What the fokk?’ he rasped, shifting even more to face her, his eyes falling to her swaying breasts.

‘When we said our vows, we promised to honor and uphold each other and continue the legacy of our kingdoms with new life and vigor. We’ve done the first two well, but we’re failing on a crucial aspect.’

He gazed at her at an utter loss. ‘What the hell are you talking about, Kwen? ?’

‘We are disregarding our obligation to sire and procreate the next generation of rulers for Ilkan,’ she told him, struggling to see her face straight.

He hissed, eyes dropping once more to her tits, then further to the dark juncture of her thighs.

‘Duty?’ He growled, almost croaking out the word.

‘ Naam , in plain language, Kaxim of Katánē, Sky Ash, Kaldean Magus extraordinaire, we need to fokk.’

He slow-blinked, staring at her as if in total disbelief.

A part of him wasn’t so confused.

His cock, throbbing so hard under the coverlet, tented and moved the cloth to and fro like a wild, out-of-control ocean wave in the sea.

She stared at it, at him, then with a sigh, she whipped the sheet away.

Kaxim groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. ‘Woman, you’ll be the death of me.’

‘Let me be the pleasure of you, my lord,’ she whispered, mesmerized, as she’d been for days at the girth, size, and sheer beauty of his member.

The air between them thickened, even as his cock did when she eased forward and touched his thigh.

Kaxim shivered, breath hitching as a muscle rippled on his leg to his groin.

‘May I?’ she asked, giving him a coy glance and biting her lip in anticipation.

He stared at her, his eyes glittering, mouth parted, chest heaving.

With a growl, he inclined back, canted his hips toward her, and waited, crossing his hands behind his head.

His body, presented to her, made her pussy ripple, leaking with yearning.

Thick thighs, straining, covered in sinewed ligaments and fine hair.

His pelvis jutting, proud, his cock bobbing, seeping with craving.

She bit her inner cheek to stop from moaning out loud as her view shifted further past those slim hips.

To his rippling torso, and higher still at that handsome, glowering face, with his jaw working under chiseled cheeks and the slight scar that ran down one cheek.

His lodestone pulsed as their eyes locked, his gaze challenging and taunting her.

Their gazes roiled, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

She sensed Kaxim struggling to contain the intense desire coursing through his veins. His fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white against his dusky skin.

‘Do you know what you’re doing, Kwen? ?’

She reared back. ‘You think I’ve no clue about sensual pleasure.’

He sucked his teeth. ‘You’ve lived a sheltered life.’

‘Have I though?’

Liana was not the innocent queen she appeared to be.

Behind the polished image of a regal ruler lay mysteries buried in the shadows of her past—secrets few were apprised of.

She had learned about passion, enticement, and the power of desires from the pages of forbidden volumes in her father’s library.

As a girl, she had slipped away to its darker corners, pulling from the shelves the kinds of texts no one thought a princess should read. These volumes spoke of ardor and control, of men and women who controlled each other with more than words or swords.

Curious and unflinchingly bold, Liana devoured those books, absorbing their knowledge—how touch and gaze were as commanding as any decree.

But the tomes were only the beginning.

Late at night, when Kultur snored after drinking hard in their cave-like house on an isolated hill in Kos, she’d escape its confines.

Dressed in the simplest of garments, her identity obscured by a dark hooded cloak, she’d descend unseen into the streets of Kos.

The bustling, chaotic underworld of Kos had called to her, filled with life, danger, and forbidden pleasure.

It was in the city’s smoky, dim-lit taverns that Liana began to learn about unfiltered passion, sensual gratification, and illicit pleasures.

The patrons she met were rough around the edges but full of life, and they never questioned her presence or suspected her true station.

To them, she’d just been another curious stranger, a girl eager for experience. And Liana, unafraid, found herself drawn into their world.

She had a few quiet liaisons and stolen moments with men entranced by the mysterious woman who appeared like a wraith in the night.

Their hands would trail over her skin, their lips pressing against hers in the dim privacy of tavern corners.

They taught her ministrations from far afield, beyond Katánē, which she’d soaked in while protecting her body from harm with íkan magic to stop any ill omen.

She hadn’t desired love in those fleeting encounters. Instead, she’d been searching for understanding, for a savor of a world that had been denied her within the confines of her sheltered life with Kultur.

Liana gained a more profound knowledge of life and pleasure through these nights.

She’d learned what desire was like and how to wield it as a gift and a weapon.

‘Kaxim,’ she scolded. ‘You see me as a young, inexperienced soul. But behind that facade is a woman who knows far more about life’s darker pleasures and complexities than you would ever guess.’

The Katánian Commander raised a brow at her moxie. ‘Have at it, woman.’

She shimmied to him, placing both her hands on either side of his groin.

She centered herself amid his thighs, staring up at his magnificent, bulbous, and seeping cock.

Her fingers brushed against the length of him, sending jolts of pure lust coursing through him.

She tagged the tension and longing in his eyes.

As her fingers traced the outline of his member, she sensed her desire growing, the heat inside her intensifying.

She leaned in closer, her exhalation hot and heavy on his skin, her lips brushing his, causing him to shudder.

With a seductive smile, she whispered, ‘May I, my Djuik ?’

Kaxim’s breath hitched as he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.

Once she touched him, there would be no turning back, and the thought frightened and excited her.

She took his shaft in her hand, stroking her fingers up and down the length, loving the heat and the pulsing throb of his desire. He was so hard, so eager, so hers.

He shook, and she reveled in his need.

The control and dominance sent a thrill through her body, reveling in how she was able to undo him.

With a lift of her lips, she leaned forward, taking his cock in her hand, squeezing, stroking up and down the shaft.

She sensed his heart racing beneath her touch, which only fueled her hunger to take command.

‘Kaxim,’ she whispered, her voice a husky purr that elicited shivers down his spine. ‘I’m going to show you a world of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.’

His eyes narrowed in anticipation in their depths as her skilled hands explored his most sensitive areas.

With a seductive smile, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, savoring the essence of him. Kaxim groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

He grabbed a fistful of sheets, his knuckles turning white as he clenched them.

She delighted at his reaction, pleased at the control she had over him, the ease with which she made him succumb to his desires.

She began to bob her head, licking more of his thickness.

Her tongue danced along the length, teasing the veins, caressing the shaft, driving him wild with desire.

Liana, sensing his body’s response, increased her pace.

Taking him deeper into her mouth, stroking him as she withdrew, creating a sensation that was both exhilarating and electrifying.

She swirled her wet tip around him, exploring all generous inches of him.

His groans told her he was about to blow, his release imminent, the suckling sending him into a whirlwind of uncontrollable ecstasy.

Her eyes locked with his. They danced with a fire that matched the passion building between them.

His breathing became irregular and more erratic, and his heart pounded.

‘Liana, fokk!’

He succumbed to the hands of his skilled and sensual woman as bliss tore through him, loving every second of it. Liana unleashed all her power, giving him pleasure, unlike anything he had ever experienced.

She continued to work her magic, her eyes riveted on his, mouth enveloping his cock, the warmth and suction sending shivers down his spine.

‘Fokkinhell,’ he moaned, shuddering as she took him deeper; the intensity building, his hips rocking, the desire for release becoming more and more urgent.

He groaned. ‘So close!’

He tapped her cheek, giving her the option of pulling away when he exploded.

She shook her crimson tresses and powered on, driving him senseless, ever nearing the precarious edge of losing control.

Hips jutting, hands clutching the sheets, he bucked, fokkin’ her lips until, with a roar, he came, the sensation of her ministrations sending him over the brink.

Liana welcomed the throbbing pulse of his cock, and the foundational shudder of his muscled frame as he emitted harsh grunts, pistoning his loins into her soft cavity.

She relished in his release, the flavor of his cum as it fountained in gushes over her tongue.

She continued to work him with her mouth, savoring every last drop until he finally stilled, his breathing slowing.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction, her lips glistening with his seed. She smiled a wicked smile that made his heart race again.

‘That was incredible,’ he rasped, his voice hoarse with passion. ‘Fokkin’ wild.’

She leaned over his face and lowered her mouth to his.

His hands released the sheets he’d been clinging to and buried themselves into her tresses.

Their lips melded, tasting the remnants of his release.

Liana’s heart was consumed with a wildfire within her, the need to submit to his touch, to experience the pleasure he’d bring her.

She was certain she’d reach heights she never fathomed with him.

But now was not the right time for it.

Kaxim groaned into Liana, the overwhelming desire to possess her overriding all his senses.

He canted back, and he drank her beauty in. His eyes widened, his groin still throbbing from his orgasm, his pupils dilated in response to her presence as if trying to parse in every detail of her being.

That she understood what to do with that pretty tongue and sensual lips of hers was driving him wild.

His core skipped a beat, and he hissed under his breath to suppress the physical reaction that threatened to consume him.

It was like he’d been struck by lightning, electrifying his senses and igniting an unquenchable desire for her. Despite his efforts to resist, he was powerless to her irresistible allure.

He wanted to make her feel things she had never experienced and was eager to explore her desires.

So he leaned forward and sank his hands in her hair, thrusting her to him, lips scorching, desperate to love on her.

His fingers roamed, exploring every inch of her body, plumping her tits under the lace, tracing her curves, marveling at his wife’s skin’s softness and her muscles’ strength.

She moaned, sensuality radiating from her with a heat that pulsed through her veins.

He reached for the edge of her nightgown, hungry to devour her nipples, make her scream and moan, see her explode beneath him.

That’s when she stilled, took his hand, and held it tight, stemming his tide of passion.

‘What?’ he growled in confusion.

‘ Nada , my Djuik . We’ve had enough for the night.’

Kaxim jolted. ‘What in Devansi hell? But what about you? What of your pleasure?’

‘I’m OK, my love,’ giving him a gentle smile.

Her response didn’t calm him. It only flooded him with bewilderment.

‘Why?’ he grated, lost, reeling.

‘Because I think it’s ample loving for the night.’

The man lurched. ‘Are you playing games with me, Liana?’

She smiled at him, her eyes full of warmth and affection. ‘ Nada , kadari . I think that tonight, what we’ve shared is enough. Our hearts and souls have connected in a way that is beyond words, and I think it’s time for us to rest and cherish this moment.’

Kaxim stared at her, unconvinced, until he sucked his teeth, for he’d never force her to do anything against her will.

‘Hell, sahasí . If you think it’s sufficient, then so it shall be.’

Liana smiled, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude.

She leaned in and brushed her lips to his tenderly. ‘ Sante , my love. I know it’s not what you expected, but I promise you that this is just the beginning of the rest of our nights.’

He gave her a doubtful look, shaking his head as she lifted from him and settled into bed.

Kaxim stared at her, both confused and aroused all at once.

He couldn’t believe that she was turning him down from giving her the same bliss she’d given him.

Fokk, she was something else.

He growled, suppressing the urge to roar out loud in frustration.

Liana’s gaze softened as she tucked one hand under her cheek and snuggled into the covers. ‘Kaxim, my beloved, we must take it slow.’

‘Bull shit,’ he whispered. ‘You just raced us to the edge of euphoria, threw me over it, and then refused to jump off yourself. Not fokkin’ fair, woman. I want you to feel pleasure, too.’

Her eyes gleamed. ‘I know you do. Just not now. Turn off the light, handsome.’

With that, she closed her eyes, a smile on her face.

Flummoxed, Kaxim stared at her for a moment longer, reached for the lamp, and switched it off before settling into the bed.

Still confounded, wanting, needing her more than ever, even though she’d just brought him to sheer ecstasy and beyond.