She squeezed his cock with her ring, making him drop his head to groan in her ear.
“Again,” he rasped, his fingers tapping her clit.
“Hold me tighter in front,” she begged.
His hand cupped her harder, and he used his thrusts to grind her wet pussy into his hand. She pressed back, tightening around him. His pulse in her ass grew sharper, his breaths shorter.
His body’s weight trapped her, scraping her pierced nipples against the sheets. A climax rocked her body against his, her ring clenching around his cock, milking him.
He slapped his hips against her soft, punished buttocks over and over until she felt warm thick seed spilling into her bottom. The feeling fused with the memory of the slippery tube filling her with warm soapy water to prepare her body for his taking her exactly like this. She cried out, coming again, flushed and humiliated by the way she secretly loved being used by him.
He continued to pump into her ass, grunting, rutting like a beast intent on an all-consuming release. When he finished, he collapsed onto her back, panting hard, covering her with his sweat-slickened hot muscles.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered.
He fisted her hair and kissed her haphazardly, sucking on her mouth from the side in a way that was pure possession. Moments passed, and his passion seemed to brand her from the inside out.
Finally, he pushed off his palms, pulling his cock slowly from her as she gasped softly. He freed her arms and massaged her shoulders, pressing into trigger points until she purred with relief. Then he moved her shoulders and arms, rubbing from the top down to her fingers.
“How long have you wanted to do that to me?”
“When did we meet?”
“Monster.”
The bed shifted under his weight as he got off it. She watched his muscled ass disappear into the bath cavern, then heard the gush of water as he washed. She buried her face in the crook of her arm, wondering why she craved his body and every wicked thing it did to her. It wasn’t the way Orium woman were supposed to feel.
“Gissandre,” he said, sitting next to her on the bed when he returned.
“What?” she murmured into the mattress.
“Look at me.”
She turned her head. He un-plastered the hair from her cheek and push it back from her face.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Who besides Urcolin tried to get control of your land and money?”
She blinked. “Urcolin wanted more than my property.”
“I know. Who else, though?”
She shrugged. “Quicknon wants Zawri and all that comes with a marriage to her. A few of our neighbors implied they’d get parcels if they helped Urcolin and Quicknon prove we were unfit to take care of ourselves and needed them as guardians. It would’ve paved the way for—”
“Which neighbors?”
“Why?”
His thumb stroked her temple. “The land matters to you. You’re scared it’ll be taken away. I’ll fix things.”
“I’m scared my sister was hurt. I’m scared your filthy pirate friends used her and then one of them forced her into an engagement the way Urcolin wanted to do to me. Will you fix that too?” she challenged.
“You’ll talk to her when she gets here. If she was forced, you’ll tell me. And then yes, I’ll fix it.”
She rolled onto her side, shoving her gown down to her thighs. “Why? I thought you didn’t care about her?”
He licked his lips. “I didn’t understand the way you cared about her. You were going to kill yourself and leave her alone.”
