She was already wet.
Gloriously, soaking wet.
I groaned into her mouth, fingers slipping through her folds, teasing just enough to make her whimper.
“Is this for me?” I whispered against her lips. “All this wetness?”
She nodded, breathless. “Yes. Kings, yes.”
“Good,” I growled. “Let’s see how long I can keep it that way.”
My tongue followed my fingers, replacing them as I moved down her body—kissing a reverent path from her navel to the soft skin of her inner thighs. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, smell her arousal thick in the air, intoxicating me more than any drug ever could. She was divine beneath me, and I took my time like a starving man at a feast he’d spent his whole life craving.
I didn’t dive in right away.
I teased, let my breath fan over her slick folds,
