Free QueensQuest by Suz deMello Page A

you presume too much.”
    “Do I?” He paced the length of the terrace, then returned.
“Audryn, there is only one sure test of our ability to rule together, and this
mating is a radical step neither of us can take without some…experimentation. I
know you approach your seventeenth starturn, and you have sworn to crown your
king on that day.”
    My jaw tightened. “Your spies are most effective.”
    “Thus time grows short. Please.” He reached for me again and
this time I did not resist. He was right. Besides, I wanted him to touch me
intimately. Though his hands were rough, he handled my breasts with tenderness,
lifting them above the gown and away from the corset’s confinement, resting
them atop my lace-trimmed neckline. Cool air washed my breasts, a delightful
sensation. My nipples wrinkled. He passed a hand over the mounded flesh, traced
one curved pink areola’s edge. Need flared through me and my pussy dampened
anew.
    He smiled. “I suppose that I will have to learn to enjoy the
public sex that your customs demand. And I may as well begin…now.” He slid an
arm around me and bent his head to kiss first one nipple and then the other,
licking around the areola, sucking to lengthen the tips until they were hard
and distended.
    He gripped my left one between his teeth and gave it a sharp
little nip. I gasped, “Storne!”
    “Did that hurt?”
    “A little.”
    He rubbed his lips over the tiny pain he’d caused, and the
sting dissolved into a haze of pleasure. He took one of the scissorlike
appendages and opened the clasp, then closed it around my swollen nipple.
    The tiny pearls gripped the very tip of my breast, lighting
a spark of need that zipped to my pussy. I rested my face against his chest,
breathing deeply in a vain attempt to control my reaction. I felt heat in my
cheeks and the softness of his velvet doublet, my pulsing clit…an array of
dizzying sensations.
    He dropped the chain and the slight weight tugging on my
nipple built my pussy’s spark into a fire. He lifted my right breast higher and
pinched my nipple, kissed and licked the tip. When it also swelled, he fastened
the other clip to it. The fire roared into a blaze and I grabbed his shoulders,
flinging back my head. He laid a trail of kisses across my bare chest, up to my
throat, along my jawline before he reached my lips.
    This time he took my mouth with a commanding kiss, holding
me so tightly that I could feel the embroidery on his doublet abrading my naked
breasts. My captured nipples rubbed across velvet, scraped across silver
thread. I tore my lips away from his and I cried out, heedless of the warriors
and servants below. I cared for nothing but the man who held me in his arms,
who had claimed me when he chained my breasts, took my mouth.
    He released me and looked down. My chest rose and fell with
my heavy breaths, my breasts swaying with each pant. My imprisoned nipples, wet
and puckered, gleamed in the torchlight. The gold and pearl clamps glowed. He
tugged on the chain. Passion and need tore through my body. A shaky moan
slipped from my throat.
    Behind us, the doors opened. “Your Majesty?” Rall’s voice.
    “Yes, Rall. We’re coming.” I managed another, deeper breath.
My breasts thrust forward and a new wave of intense pleasure radiated from my
nipples.
    Storne smiled at me and, reaching for my bodice, pulled my
clothes away from my chest. My breasts dropped into their accustomed places.
Still smiling, still contained and composed, he slid a hand inside and
rearranged chemise, corset, gown and breasts, then lifted the chain over my
head and crossed it. When he set the far loop around my neck, it looked like a
necklace with the pendant hidden beneath the folds of my gown.
    We kissed again, a tender meeting of lips, a gentle
exploration. I sank into his arms, allowing myself to relax into his embrace.
He was much taller than any of my previous lovers, and the difference was
stark. When Storne held me, I felt truly