Page 135 of Their Rejected Queen

“I don’t recall anything,” I admit honestly.

“But your body does,” he guesses. He lowers and runs his nose along my neck, sending goose bumps spreading down my arms. He licks my pulse as if he’s familiar with my heartbeat. “You’ve been a needy little thing in my world. You made me promise.”

I don’t detect any lies in his words as my body arches into his, seeming to confirm everything he’s saying.

“Promise what, exactly?” I ask on a loose breath.

His fingers curl through my hair until he grips the roots, angling me so that he can nip at my skin. “I can’t tell you,” he says, frustrating me.

I’m left dizzy when he backs off of me. His muscles bulge as he adjusts his pants, revealing the clear outline of a powerful erection. I can’t help but stare and practically salivate.

Yes, my body definitely remembers something I don’t.

“You know what happens when you look at me like that, little queen,” he says as he surprises me by unbuttoning his pants, freeing his stiff cock for me. “I can’t fuck you, but it doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”

My mouth bobs open as my body screams new demands at me.

Taste.

Drink.

Claim.

I’m clawing at him before I can realize what I’m doing. He stays perfectly still as I take him with both hands and stroke down. He groans as I do it again, and a little sound of victory comes out of me when the tip glistens with liquid.

I lap it up before I can even think twice. His flavor is sweet and spicy at the same time, reminiscent of his scent.

More, my body craves as I run my tongue along the slit, making Arwan fist his fingers into my hair.

“Liliana.” He says my name like a curse, like he’s not supposed to let me do this without helping me remember something important, but I can’t seem to stop myself, and neither can he.

All I know is that I need his cum on me.

In me.

And I need to have mine on him.

Taking him fully into my mouth this time, I cave to my body’s powerful desires. This isn’t part of my heat—or at least, it doesn’t feel like the heat I was used to with Godric.

This is something different.

Maybe something even more powerful, because I’m reacting on instinct now. It isn’t just a compulsion.

It’s something my body naturally knows to do.

I’m not sure what this instinct is or where it comes from. I decide that I don’t care as I feel Arwan’s thighs bunch underneath my fingers. He thrusts into my throat, making my eyes water as he finally seems to let go of whatever it was that was holding him back.

I swallow him and moan, making a vibration in my throat that seems to drive Arwan to the edge. His taste fills my senses, pleasing every fiber of my being as he draws out of my mouth, coating himself along my tongue, then drives in again.

Holding on to his thighs, I determine his pace. I don’t understand why I need this, why I must have his fragrance on me and mine on him. The wetness between my thighs moistens my swollen folds, and Arwan can’t seem to take it anymore.

Finally, he pulls out of my mouth and lifts me, placing me back onto the bed.

I’m not wearing underwear. Was that his decision, too?

He groans as he takes in the sight of me and spreads my thighs. He stretches me with his fingers, then drives his tongue into me, and my back arches at the pleasure that spikes through me.

He covers my swollen flesh with his mouth, then sucks, hard. When I bow off the bed, he presses a palm against my abdomen and pins me down, making my body take his demanding licks, sucks, and strokes.