“Kieran,” she gasps, her movements becoming more confident. “Oh…”
“That’s it, love. Just like that.”
She picks up the pace, riding me harder, and the sounds she makes—breathy whimpers and soft moans—drive me wild. I watch her breasts bounce with each movement, watch the way her body flushes, watch pleasure transform her face.
“You feel so good,” she pants, her inner walls clenching around me. “So—Oh, gods—”
I thrust up to meet her, unable to stay still any longer, and she cries out. Her nails rake down my chest, leaving red marks, and the slight pain only heightens my arousal.
“I’m gonna—” She can’t finish the sentence.
“Come for me,” I command, sliding one hand between us to where we’re joined. My thumb finds that sensitive spot, circling it, and she shatters.
Her whole body goes tense, her back arching, and she screams my name.
That’s when I lose control.
I flip her in one smooth motion, rolling us over so she’s beneath me, and I drive into her hard. She gasps, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist, and I can feel her still pulsing around me from her orgasm.
“Again,” I growl against her throat, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “I want to feel you come again.”
“Kieran—Oh, yes—”
I set a brutal pace, each thrust deep and claiming. The bed frame hits the wall with each movement, a rhythmic thud that probably echoes through the palace, but I don’t care. All I care about is the way she feels wrapped around me, the way she cries out with each stroke, the way her body arches to meet mine.
“Harder,” she moans, and feral instinct takes over.
I grab her thighs, spreading them wider, changing the angle so I hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. She screams, her hands scrabbling at my back, her nails digging in deep enough to draw blood.
“You like that?” I demand, driving into her relentlessly. “Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to practice?”
“Yes! Gods, yes—Don’t stop—”
I can feel her building again, her inner walls fluttering around me. I reach between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves again and rubbing in tight circles.
She detonates.
Her second orgasm hits her like lightning, and I feel it ripple through her entire body. She clamps down around me so tightly, I can barely move, and the sensation pushes me over the edge.
My release crashes through me with devastating force. I bury myself as deep as I can go and empty myself inside her, feeling her continue to pulse around me, milking every last drop.
“Kieran,” she whimpers, her voice wrecked. “I can’t—It’s too much—”
But her body tells a different story. She’s still rolling her hips, still seeking more friction, still trembling with aftershocks.
I slow my movements but don’t stop, working her through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she’s boneless beneath me, gasping for air.
Finally, I go still, dropping my forehead to hers. We’re both covered in sweat, panting, hearts racing.
“That,” she wheezes, “was definitely not me being in control.”
I laugh, the sound breathy. “You lost control privileges the moment you came.”
“I’m not complaining.” She runs her hands down my back, more gently now. “That was amazing, Kieran.”
I kiss her slowly, deeply, feeling her soften beneath me. When I finally pull out, she makes a small sound of protest, and I smile against her lips.
“Greedy little thing.”
