All Of Her (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver Read Free Book Online Page A

lit. Afterward, Thomas stood and crossed behind her, ascending the steps on her side of the pool. Courtesans met him with red vestments.
    On her part, she waded to the front of the pool where Neil met her, eyes alight with his signature blend of arrogance and warmth. He handed her down the steps where another set of courtesans—one of whom looked suspiciously like Kara—waited to peel away the precious, sopping white silk. Amanda stepped out of it and someone slung a purple velvet robe over her shoulders. It did not close in front, leaving her bare-breasted, her mound and legs visible to the audience. Once a gold silk cord had been secured around her waist, Neil led her up to the throne platform.
    Another bone-deep flare of desire glowed to life as Thomas approached once more. He knelt before her and Neil and she caught herself wishing they were alone. This ceremony would have progressed much differently than it did in reality, with Neil painting a dark purple dash on Thomas’s forehead before touching his shoulder with the flat of a sword.
    Neil took her hand and passed it to Thomas, a gift from the king upon knighthood.
    Behind them, another couple parted at the end of the bathing pool. It was their cue that the next ceremony was about to begin, and she and Thomas should clear off set.
    She felt a pang of disappointment. This fantasy would end for the others very differently than it would for her and Thomas. Everyone else had two servants waiting in chambers to rub them down with oils and get them stimulated to the point of screaming before they fucked. But she and Thomas would simply get dressed and part ways.
    So wrapped up in the disappointment, she’d forgotten his pressure-valve policy. She did not remember until he’d led her quickly off set and round the corner into the Moroccan room.
    Watching him close and lock the door behind them, she asked, “What are you doing?”
    He leaned back against the door, letting out a ragged breath. She had come to recognize the gesture as a signal of much trouble ahead. This time was no different. Only then did she notice he was fully aroused, and his gaze travelled meaningfully from her breasts to her mound and back again.
    Okay, maybe the fantasy didn’t have to end quite yet, but he seemed to be waiting for something. Did he think she wouldn’t want to play this out? Let him have her?
    She gave him the clearest signal imaginable. She walked to the middle of the room to find a comfortable, very visible spot in the cushions. After sitting down, she lay back, propped on her elbows. She didn’t bother fussing with the robe. It wasn’t covering anything anyway, and certainly covered nothing as she spread her legs wide open for Thomas. And there began a long breathless moment of will-he-or-won’t-he for Amanda, watching his eyes center on her cunt, then rise to her breasts, as intimate as a caress.
    Though she knew the invitation would get a response, she wasn’t sure what to make of the one she got. Thomas came away from the door with a quickness, his long, powerful frame crossing the distance between them in a flash. At the edge of the cushion, he dropped down to prowl the remainder, lithe as a panther.
    On his hands and knees, sultry dark eyes pierced hers with a needful intensity.
    “I want you to fuck me,” she told him.
    That drew another long stare. She had no idea what he was thinking behind those wide, exotically slanted eyes, but whatever it was, he didn’t think on it long. He lifted one hand to sink two fingers deeply inside her before lowering his head to attach his mouth to her clit. When he suctioned himself on and gave his head a fierce shake, she cried out at the sharp, vivid burst of sensation.
    He began to pump his arm, driving his fingers in and out, grinding his tongue and lips against her. She spread her knees as far as she could, offering herself up and, hanging to her senses by a thread, fumbled around until her hand alighted on the ever-present