I bite my lip to stifle my cry as his cock breaches me, the thick head stretching me impossibly wide. My fingers scrape against stone, seeking purchase.
Rhyland works his way inside me, inch by torturous inch, grunting as my body greedily accepts him. It's not until the very last bit of him is buried deep that I let out a muffled cry against hispalm covering my mouth, my body shuddering with the pleasure of being so completely filled.
His hand leaves my mouth, only to lace through my hair, yanking my head back."Perfect." His voice is a dark rumble. "Keep that ass arched, baby. I'm gonna fuck this ass deep and hard."
I obey, arching my back to offer him the perfect angle. He begins to thrust, his big cock slidingdeep, easier now that my body has adjusted to his size. Our combined juices create a delicious slip as he moves, the burn fading to be replaced by an intense, all-consuming pleasure.
Rhyland thrusts into me, his cock a thick, relentless force claiming my ass. He knows I love it hard and doesn't hold back, pounding into me with intense, deep strokes. His powerful body slams against mine, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. Every brutal snap of his hips sends me higher, taking me to the very edge.
"Oh god..." The sound escapes me as the intensity builds, the rhythmic sounds echoing off stone walls. My eyes fly open at a sound down the hall, scanning our surroundings. My blood turns to ice when I spot a figure lurking in the shadows, watching our intimate moment.
"Rhy—" I try to warn him, but his hand finds my throat, cutting off my words.
"Not stopping now, Angel. You started this game, now we finish it."
He has no idea we have an audience. The knowledge that we're being watched sends an illicit thrill down my spine, making me arch deeper into his thrusts. His grip on my throat tightens as he increases his pace, and heat floods my cheeks at the sounds echoing off the stone walls.
"Close, baby." His voice is strained, desperate. "You feel too good."
The shadowy figure remains motionless, watching, waiting, as Rhyland drives us toward the edge.
"Gonna flood this ass, baby." His hips snap forward, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. My vision darkens at the pressure on my throat, but it only adds to the overwhelming pleasure building inside me. My pussy throbs in time with his thrusts, the need to touch myself becoming desperate.
"Gonna make you spray that sweet juice all over this floor, Angel." His free hand finds my clit, circling and rubbing until I cry out, my body spasming around him. "Come for me, baby."
His fingers curl inside me,finding that perfect spot that makes me moan. My eyes flutter open, seeking the shadow figure still lurking in the darkness. They remain motionless, drinking in our display, and the knowledge shoots electricity straight through my core.
"Fuck, Rhyland...I—" My words dissolve into a strangled cry as my orgasm rips through me, my inner walls clenching spasmodically around him.
Pleasure hits me in waves, my release dripping down my trembling thighs to pool on the stone floor. Rhyland buries his face in my neck, muffling his roar as his hips stutter. His cock pulses, filling me with his hot release, each thrust pumping me fuller.
My body quakes with aftershocks, every nerve ending singing as he marks me from the inside out. His grip on my throat loosens just enough to let me gasp for air, the combination of oxygen deprivation and intense pleasure making my head spin.
The stranger's presence in the shadows only intensifies each sensation, making me shake and convulse around Rhyland's throbbing length. My legs threaten to give out as another wave of pleasure crashes over me, but his strong arms hold me steady against the wall.
There's something deliciously forbidden about knowing someone is watching Rhyland claim me, watching him dominate every inch of my body.
"That's it, baby," he grumbles against my neck, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts. "Such a good girl."
My throat feels like I deepthroated a freight train and my ass burns in ways that'll make tomorrow's activities interesting. But holy hell, was it worth it. Rhyland tucks himself away before playing gentleman, smoothing down my dress like he didn't just rail me against a palace wall.
Catching my reflection, I have to stifle a laugh. I look like I went ten rounds with a makeup artist from a horror film—eyeliner everywhere, lips swollen and red. My thighs are slicker than an oil spill, and there's a puddle on the floor that some poor servant will have to deal with.
He yanks me against his chest, claiming my mouth in a kiss. His smug grin could power Ásgard's electricity bill for a year when he pulls back.
"Looks like your little mind games backfired, baby." He says with male satisfaction. "Should've known better than to tease me."
I arch an eyebrow, trying to look composed despite my thoroughly debauched state. "Please. I got exactly what I wanted." I tap his chest with one finger. "You're just mad I played you like a—"
A sudden movement, and something crashing to the floor in the shadows cuts me off. Rhyland's playful demeanor vanishes instantly, replaced by the lethal predator lurking beneath. My eyes dart to where our voyeur had been watching, but the space is empty now.
Rhyland takes off, stalking down the hallway, his long strides eating up the marble floor. I hurry after him, trying not to waddle like someone who just got their ass thoroughly destroyed.
"Going Viking on me now?" I pant, struggling to match his pace. "What happened to my smug satisfaction?"
"Someone watched." His voice could freeze hell. "Going to find out who had the balls to spy onmywoman."
I barely resist rolling my eyes. Like, seriously? Mr. 'Let me eat you out in front of an entire sex club' is suddenly shy about an audience? The same man who made me suck his dick insaidplace, while half the club watched?
