The heavy oak door of the Royal Bedchamber provided the only structural support keeping Kaia Taryn upright.
Aeron's mouth was a weapon of absolute, devastating worship. He didn't rush. He didn't treat her release as a goal to be quickly achieved; he treated it as a prolonged, intricate symphony that required his absolute focus.
He gripped the backs of her thighs, holding her firmly against the wood as his tongue swirled and dragged against her swollen center.
"Aeron," Kaia gasped, her fingers tangling in the pale gold silk of his hair. "I can't... my legs..."
"I have you," he rumbled against her wet flesh, the vibration sending a fresh spike of blinding heat straight to her core.
He proved it by shifting his grip, lifting her entirely off the floor. Kaia cried out as her legs wrapped around his broad shoulders. He stood up smoothly, bearing her weight with terrifying ease, and walked her the five steps to the massive charcoal-velvet bed.
