He groaned and kissed her hard. She could feel his length already stiffening against her abdomen. Her arms circled around his neck, and she used his shoulders to jump onto his waist. His fingers wrapped beneath her bottom with a loud smack.
“You’reintoxicating,” he breathed. “Can you keep that beautiful little moan of yours quiet enough that only I can hear it?” he asked between kisses.
She needed him, and she would do whatever he wanted so that she could have him at that moment. “Yes,” she said, her voice cracking with desire.
Within a few minutes, Nyssa’s eyes were rolling at the feeling of him inside her, and pressed against one of the servant doors between two decorative suits of armor. He thrusted deliberately in and out of her, their hips rocking against each other in unison, while her back slid on that door. She gripped her thighs tighter, her hands clutching the back of his shirt as his lips bit her throat. He groaned with her, cursed her name, and fisted her ass tightly.
Fuck, he felt good. He wantedher. Was begging forher. Was willing to risk everything— forher.
He moved and touched his forehead to hers. She could feel her muscles getting restless as she tried to deny her release. High-pitched gasps left her, her fingers tightening around his shirt. But Nadir pushed his hand over her mouth, smirking as he whispered, “Shhh…”
She nearly whimpered, her head throwing back on the wall. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could deny herself.
His next thrust was spine-chilling, and she heard a chuckle come from his lips.
“You’ll make every guard on this hall come to your rescue with the sound of that fucking moan,” he teased. His hand moved to her hair where he tugged it back, exposing her neck and causing shivers to roll down her arms.
“I can’t—“ She needed the release. Wasdesperatefor the release. “Nadir—“
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “You feel so good. Don’t come yet,” he practically pleaded. “Not yet, Princess.”
He slowed down his movements to an excruciating tease. Savoring the feeling of being inside her, but it only limped her more. The strokes were deeper, tighter. They made her thighs clench even more than the fast strokes had. She hugged her arms around him. His mouth opened on her shoulder.
He groaned on her skin, the vibration making her eyes roll again. She couldn’t hold herself back for much longer. Ready to spill over him at any moment. Whimpering at the denial of her release. His pace picked up slightly, and her legs began to numb. She couldn’t shake it.
“Nadir…” His name was hardly a breath. She was nearly in tears at trying to keep herself from falling apart. “Please… I can’t…”
He pulled back, took both her hands in his, and pushed them into the wall above her head. Her thighs squeezed around him, and she swore he somehow sank deeper inside her.
His kiss sent her over the edge. Mind-numbing and desperate. She couldn’t keep herself from collapsing around him. Her orgasm ricocheted through her with a tremble and a gasping breath. Nadir cursed into her mouth, and she felt him spill inside her.
For a moment, neither moved. Nyssa’s chest caved as she tried to catch her breath. Nadir’s forehead rested against hers as he released her hands. He cupped her face and pressed his lips softly to hers. Her legs began to slip, but he didn’t let her move.
“Do you feel that, Princess?” he whispered as his cock twitched with the release inside her. “Do you feel my cum inside you?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He started to pull out. “Squeeze your thighs,” he told her. “Squeeze them. Just like that,” he said as her feet touched the floor. She tightened her thighs, feeling their releases like a wad between her legs and threatening to spill down her skin. He straightened her dress for her and adjusted himself, leaving her standing there steadily.
His mouth quirked upwards when he was proper once more, and his hand wrapped beneath her jaw as he hovered over her.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered before kissing her lightly.
Her knees nearly gave out on her at the salutation. She didn’t understand how that made her weak. How every part of her came alive and begged to hear it again.
“Memorize what my cum feels like inside you, Princess,” he whispered. “I want to ruin your desire for any other. When one of these idiots pushes inside you, you’ll think of me and these two nights. Every time they whisper their lies in your ears, you’ll think of how my name echoed off your tongue as you spilled on mine.”
He leaned forward and kissed her again, his free hand pressing her wrist into the door by her head, the other closing on her throat. She groaned into the sensation of it. Of him pushing her and unafraid. Of not treating her as though she would break, but rather seeing those cracks already there and exploring them.
He stilled over her again upon their parting, and he swallowed. “Take me to your sunset,” he said. “I want to know if it’s as beautiful as you are.”
She dragged him up to the high roof, second highest only to the dungeon tower. It was a place she and Aydra would often go during the Deads to see the stars. Upon arriving, he’d sat down in the window arch and she’d straddled his waist, leaving one leg to dangle over the edge. She didn’t know why, but there, she didn’t fear falling. Like she knew the arms he had wrapped around her waist would keep her for as long as she allowed them.
She felt safe, so safe that she relaxed enough to lie her head on his chest, indulging in the sound of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest.
“You should come to my beach,” he said into her hair after a while, when the sun had nearly set. “See the sunrise from the end of the jetty by my home.”
“Describe it for me,” she whispered.
