"What?"
"I'm not sure I should tell you this story."
"Why? Did you slay some great creature?"
Another pause.
Her smile drifted from her face.
"Oh no."
"Okay, first, it was a nasty creature—“
"What kind of creature is so bad you needed to kill it?"
"It was a water dragon," he argued. "A great beast, as large as the Rhamocour, but lives beneath the ocean."
Nyssa bit her lips together, hiding the amusement her insides begged to let loose. "You slayed a dragon?" she teased.
He glared at her, lips twisting in an annoyed manner as if he knew where she was going with her words. "I did," he finally uttered.
"How very fairytale of you, Commander," she mocked. "Tell me, was there a damsel in distress waiting just on the island past it?"
Nadir grabbed her just as she started to laugh. The giggle grew, her head thrown back as he grasped at her knees.
"Did you have to sweep her off her feet—“ he grabbed her up, tickling her sides and wrestling her, tugging her onto his lap “—I bet she swooned right into your arms, didn't she?—“ her legs straddled over him, and he grabbed her arms, making her laugh harder “—A great prize for the great Comman—“
His lips pressed to hers, and her body exhaled into his embrace. She couldn’t help sinking into him. His hands wrapped around her, stroking her sides, making the hair on her flesh rise. She grinned against his lips and pulled back just long enough to meet his eyes, her hand pressed to his cheek.
Her heart fluttered as his hands splayed flat against her back, his strong arms hugging her closer. He leaned forward, nudging her nose with his. A wide smile was on his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes.
The kiss he placed on her lips was soft, like a whisper on her skin. Her eyes rolled when his mouth moved, those same kisses trailing down her jaw to her throat. She bucked her hips into his, holding him closer as he tugged on her skin, her heart beating faster. One of his hands trailed down to her hips, and he grasped her backside tight, pushing her harder into his own hips. A groan emitted from them both, her mouth sagging as he bit her skin. And when his finger dipped into her, he moaned into her throat.
"I want to fuck you over this chair, Princess," he breathed in her ear. "I want to hold that beautiful ass in my hands as I bury myself in you."
“Yes,” she almost begged.
He didn't allow her to move. Instead, he stood, her legs wrapped around him, and he placed her bottom on the arm of the lounge chair. His lips bit at hers, her thighs squeezing his waist.
"Turn around," he told her.
Her feet hit the ground, and she gave him one final kiss before turning. His hand splayed on her back, and he bent her over the arm of the chair with a force she wasn’t used to men using on her.
But she liked it.
She liked it a lot more than she dared to admit.
His hand stilled on her neck, fingers digging into her skin a moment. “Spread your legs,” he said softly. She did, and he rewarded her with his hand wrapping around her breast, his mouth pressing to her spine.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered.
She nearly whimpered and came apart at the praise.
His grasp moved to her hips, where he dug those fingers into her skin to hold her steady. She was practically dripping, and she held her breath when she felt his length brush her entrance.
"There was a damsel," he said as he sank his cock inside her. She cursed into the cushion, relishing that feeling of him filling her and the goosebumps on her skin. "Not on an island, but in a castle," he continued, deliberately thrusting inside her. His hand threaded around her ass, and she pushed against him as he continued. "And not one in distress... A forbidden Princess... Every creature I took... Every swipe of my blade... Every move that got me to the position of Commander... All of it was leading me here... To you..."
He leaned over her, both of his hands coming to rest at the bend of her hips, and she gripped tight to the chair's edge.
