I’m no expert, but I think that’s what breaks him.
He starts moving inside me. This time, his movements are far less measured than before.
He pulls all the way out, then practically slams back inside. I lose count of how many times. I’m too busy holding on for dear life, moaning into his shoulder as he stops fucking around and starts fucking me in earnest.
“Petyr,” I gasp, clutching at his back as he drives into me. Harder, faster, deeper. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
“You like that?” His hips pick up the pace. “Being fucked like this? Having my cock inside you?”
“Yes!” I pant, too far gone to deny it. Every nerve ending feels like it’s being lit up from the inside. “Yes, yes?—”
His lips brush the shell of my ear. “Then beg for it.”
And I do. Because I’d do anything to shatter again under him.
So I beg. Beg him to fuck me, to make me feel good again. Beg my enemy to cum inside me, put his baby in me, make mehis.
And when I cum around his cock, clenching with a choked sob, I can feel him shatter right after me.
He groans into my neck. I can’t be sure, but it sounds like my name. Myrealname.
Something about that makes me moan louder.
I feel the hot spill of his cum inside me. I never thought something like that could feel good, but fuck it, what does a virgin know?
I lock my legs tighter around him, take all of it inside. Keep it there, like it would be a sin to spill a single drop.
Which would make sense if I was thinking about the baby.
But all I can think about is how badly I want it again.
And soon, it’s happening. Soon, Petyr is moving again, hard as a rock inside me. “Fuck,” he growls. “Sima…”
I lose count of how many times I cum. How many timeshecums, filling me to the brim, driving me crazy.
Safe to say I’m ruined for anyone else.
29
PETYR
She’s soft against me. Warm. Her breathing is slow, steady. Like she’s deep in a dream she isn’t keen to leave. My hand moves to stroke her hair, but I stop myself in time.
I shouldn’t risk waking her. I should pull away, give her space.
More than that, I should give myself space from her.
No matter how good the sex was, this whole thing between us is a business deal. I need to hammer that into my skull, remember exactly why we’re here right now.
My father’s demands.
A wedding.
An heir.
All I needed to do tonight was fill her up, and I did that. Repeatedly. Staying like this, with my arm slung across her waist, finger splayed against her stomach, watching her breaths even out in her sleep—it’s not part of our agreement.Nor is burying my nose in her hair, smelling the faint scent of shampoo that clings to her. So sweet, so clean. A scent like that has no place here, with a man like me.
Suddenly, Sima shifts in her sleep, pressing back into me. An unconscious gesture, but it still has me clenching and unclenching my fist.
