His Queen of Chaos
Wound tight from a month of fear and strategy and a war that had only just stopped, her whole body primed and racing toward the edge far faster than either of us expected, her thighs beginning to tremble under my palms, the tension gathering hot and imminent.
So just as she started to tip, just as her fingers went rigid in my hair and her breath broke into that high sharp climb I knew meant now, I pulled my mouth off her, pressed a kiss to her thigh, and waited.
Zariah’s POV
The orgasm that had been three seconds away evaporated, and I looked down the length of my own trembling body at the King of Atlanta kneeling on the floor with his mouth wet and his eyes black and patient, and I could ha