"You are my great prize, Princess."
The words made her skin tingle, and she was sure he had full intentions of railing her into the next life with the breath that left him... However...
She wanted to show him his prize.
She straightened, back arching so that she kept him inside her. She took his hands in hers, led one to her breast, the other to her clit, and then she pressed her hand behind his neck. His mouth wrapped around her throat as his fingers squeezed her breast to the point her mouth sagged.
"What kind of damsel would I be if I didn't take care of my savior?" she teased, moving her hips against his length. A smile spread over her lips, and she shook her head. "Oh, that's right..." She turned around, finding him staring.
She shoved him back onto the bed.
Pausing, she savored the surprised smile on his lips, and then she crawled over him, her entrance hovering over his tip. "The kind that doesn't need one."
Her hips sank onto him, causing Nadir to groan, his back to arch, and he grabbed her hips in his hands. She grabbed the back of her own neck, hips moving up and down him and burying him deeper with every move.
Nadir pinched her skin, nails digging into her flesh. "Fucking Infi, Princess," he breathed. "Keep talking to me like that, and I'll have to steal you tomorrow."
A smile spread over her. "I might not stop you."
Another low groan emitted from his lips, and then he held her hips firm. "Turn around," he told her.
She bit her lip but did as he asked nonetheless. He scooted up onto the bed until his shoulders were against the headboard. The fire danced in her eyes when she turned, and she hovered herself over him just long enough for him to grasp her hips. Her back arched as he maneuvered her. His hand creased in her waist, the other in her hair. A low curse and the sound of her name emitted from his lips when he filled her. She had to settle a moment to take in his depth.
She rocked, slowly, up and down his shaft, his hands holding her sometimes when she was fully wrapped around him. His length buried inside her made her entire body alert, restless, as though he had some power over her she wasn't prepared for.
Her eyes had just closed, mouth agape, when she felt him shift, and suddenly his face was a breath from her neck. He wrapped a hand around her own and guided her fingers to her clit. Teeth pressed to her skin when he moved their hands together. His other hand threaded the front of her neck. One finger crept up to her jaw, to her mouth, and she took that finger in her mouth, sucking on it as she would have his cock. Nadir's lips curled against her shoulder, and he whispered, "Relax," in her ear.
The breath of it made her eyes roll. Nadir sighed back onto the bed.
"Keep touching yourself, Princess," he told her.
She didn't argue. Her body was quickly reaching, and she began to rock on his length with more speed, squeezing her own thighs when she would push onto him. His finger trailed her bottom, between her cheeks, and she heard him tell her to relax again before the digit slipped inside her ass.
"Oh—fuck—Nadir," she cried out.
The sensation that matched inside her against his length made her weak, but Nadir caught her and moved her hips as he wanted her to move. She wasn't complaining. His hands guiding her were the only thing keeping her head straight. A new feeling she knew she would crave from then on, Nyssa pressed her fingers harder against her clit, grasping her thigh in her other hand as she groaned loudly, saying his name and cursing the air. Despite the hand on her hip, she felt her movements become erratic. She didn’t know how long she would be able to keep her composure with him inside her in two places.
But he sat up again, his finger going deeper. "Do you like when I play with you?" he breathed on her shoulder.
His words sent her spiraling. He wrapped his hand around hers again and pressed onto her clit, side to side. Her mouth sagged, lungs desperate for a breath to answer his question, but as her body reached, she found she couldn't. She didn't want to. She wanted to crash. She was sure her heart would burst when she did come. She pleaded with her body, on edge—
The explosion of it jerked her, set her wetness spilling and quivering onto him and the sheets. She was hardly aware of him moving his finger from inside her, both hands on her hips as he guided her up and down him a few more times. She couldn't stop herself from nearly screaming as he continued. He groaned into her neck, and she felt him stiffen inside her and then release. His hands grasped her arms, body trembling as his own orgasm rippled through him.
The breath that returned to her lungs was short. She slipped off of him and sank into his arms as he held her from behind. His lips pressed softly to her throat, then to the nape of her neck. Until he had nearly traced the wings of the eagle mark on her back.
"You're a filthy girl, Princess," he purred against her skin.
She smiled at the chill over her flesh just from his simple touch. He rocked her in his arms a moment, and she could feel the curl of his lips against her neck.
"Try not to divulge my secrets, Commander," she said. "I've a reputation, you know."
—A fire crackled at her feet.
Nyssa blinked rapidly at the warmth of it so close. She hated that she was waking when her mind had traveled to a memory she was hanging on to as she was hanging on to her life.
The smell of grass and the meadow filled her nose, and she was reminded of where she was.
In the grasp of the Venari traitors. Being taken to Man.
