I kissed her again and again, as if she had become the breath I needed. Her lips, soft and burning against mine, were a new craft I hungered to master. Her tongue brushed mine, the taste of her slipping through me like a potent draught. That was the taste of acceptance.
Her hands ached to undress me, but I caught her in my arms and she could hardly move. I, however, had perfect command over her robe and slid it from her shoulders in a breath. One quick work of my fingers and I loosened her breeches, easing them down her legs. Every piece of clothing she wore pooled at our feet. She stood there, naked, wrapped in that delicious scent of roses in the heart of the solar. Moonlight seeped through the great windows that opened to the ocean and wrapped her in silver.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her legstrembled as my gaze traveled over her. Her hair, loose, fell to the small of her back and covered her swollen breasts. Through the dark brown curls, I could still see her nipples, hardened by the cold of the castle, peaking through.
She looked around briefly, likely thinking that though my quarters were fit for a king in size, they were empty and bare. Nothing like hers, where she’d made a proper home.
That was right. I had been to her quarters. I’d seen the careful drape of blankets, the furniture placed with quiet intention, the small touches that made the room hers. She just hadn’t seen me standing there.
I brushed her hair aside and took a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue in circles to pull those delicious gasps from her. Her hands tried to undress me again, and I released a pulse of magic to keep her in place.
Which she echoed right back to me.
Now I was trapped by my own spell, immobilized.
That’s new.
She smiled, surprise and pride mingling in her eyes. She went down on her knees, slid the breeches and the rest off me, and took my cock in her hands. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t lace my fingers through her hair and pull. Couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t slap that beautiful face so she’d know she was all mine.
All I could do was get hard.
She took my hard length in her mouth and sent my blood boiling. The rush of pleasure made me twitch.
The storm was quiet after the battle, but the rest of me wasn’t.
She glided along my shaft with her sweet mouth, starting a fire inside me that I felt would burn forever. She was slow, teasing, her eyes trapping mine and not letting go. Oh, I was going to punish her for this. I was going to fuck her in every corner, every shadow of this place. I was going to make her scream for me to stop and beg for me to continue.
One push of magic through my skin and I broke free.
I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her off me, drawing her back to her feet. I flipped her over, holding her by the neck, and led her to my dining table, where I bent her over and entered her. She screamed as I tore through her in rapid thrusts. With one hand, I slid between her thighs and worked my fingers around the bud of pleasure that would be my obsession for the next moments. I swirled, faster and faster the louder she moaned.
“Kael…” she barely uttered between breaths. “I’m going to… I’m going to… ah…”
Harder. I fucked her harder. “I know, my love. Come apart for me.”
And she did. Screaming my name and twitching like she was possessed.
“Good girl,” I said, stroking her back.
I reached for her hair again and pulled her up. I slipped out of her, turned her around, and lifted her. We’d go to the sofa next.
I laid her gently on the warm, dark blue velvet. I kissed her, biting into her lips until she wriggled beneath me. I glided down her body, kissing, licking, biting every inch of her, then I buried my face between her thighs and worked to shatter her again.
She screamed my name again, writhing and arching her back from what I did to her.
It got me harder than I’d ever been.
I rose back on top of her and entered her with one swift thrust, her insides still clenching around my cock from the second orgasm I’d just given her.
I fucked her again, hard. She held on to me, arms wrapped around my neck, holding on for dear life.
I fucked her so hard we both fell to the floor, onto the carpet that made a bed of white lilies. I kept fucking her—on my knees, holding her by the waist while I thrust inside her hard and deep. She could barely scream, her voice broken, her lips quivering.
She was a sight to behold.
After she came apart again, I withdrew from her, though it pained me, and helped her back to her feet.
She could barely walk at this point.
