His lips come down to scrape against my throat, tongue licking along the line of my jaw before his mouth captures mine. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Gushing as I fuck you.” And I am. I can hear how crudely wet I am by the sound of our skin slapping together, the way his dick is coated in me. “I want your sweet pussy to cinch around me, Auren,” he purrs. “Choke my cock and make me come with you.”
My babbling beg is indecipherable, but surely, I can’t do itagain.
“One more. You can give me one more, because you’re my perfect fucking female who loves when I fuck into you so hard that you see stars. You love it when you tease me, squeezing my balls, making my dick so wet it weeps. Isn’t that right, Goldfinch?” I’m out of my mind with crazed need, with blissful exhaustion, with a peak that seems to never end. “So give me. One. More.”
My body willingly bends to his demand. I feel my back arch up, feel my whole body shake. And then I give him one damn more.
The rapturous torment cleaves through me, and I’m not sure how I have enough breath to scream his name, but I do. My pussy clamps around him, and he buries himself so deeply inside of me, hot jets of cum gorging into me.
And my body just dissipates. Mind completely blissed-out. I sink against the mattress with a shaken sigh, in such a state of spent, contented bliss that my eyes go dark, lids fluttering shut.
Because that one more ruined me in the best possible way.
The last thing I remember is a warm cloth wiping away the stickiness between my thighs, the gentle tucking of my hair off my face. The effortless shift of my body as I’m moved on the bed, pillow below my head and covers over the rest of me, and a tender kiss against my forehead.
Then, I’m gone to the world.
CHAPTER 58
AUREN
I wake up, prying myeyes open like they’ve been glued shut. My whole body is heavy, as if I’ve just had the best napever.
And then I remember why.
Orgasms.
Orgasms, and how thoroughly King Ravinger justravaged me.
I came in here to talk to him about Manu, to ask him about the severity of the threat to his kingdom. About the Conflux, and if it really is a slap on the wrist or if Manu was blowing smoke to block the fire.
But instead of talking, he seduced me.
The prick.
Glaring at the empty room, I slam my hands down on the bedding and leap out of bed, stalking toward the closet. I think I only fell asleep for a few minutes, so I need to get down to the dinner with Manu, but I certainly can’t wear this dress. Not with its certain...noticeable spots that are now dried and stiffened on the front.
I yank off the pretty ruby fabric, thankful that Slade doesn’t have maids come in his room, because there is absolutelyno wayI could ever let someone else scrub this. I will be doing that myself in the bathroom later.
I shimmy my hips into a pair of black leggings and then pull on a shirt this time. Should’ve been wearing pants earlier. Then maybe I wouldn’t have let myself get seduced and become so easily distracted.
Stupid.
It’s just...that male.
He does the smirk and the chuckle and the lines of power with his scruffy jaw and his dirty words, and I just melt. Every time.
It’s also his cock. He has a really good one.
Glaring around at his closet, I call to the gold that I wrapped around the pillars in his bedroom, and it immediately floods toward me from the other room. As soon as it’s near, I direct it with my movements, slapping a hand against his favorite leather jerkin. My gold immediately engulfs it, making the fabric go all shiny and gaudy.
The sight makes me feel instantly better.
So I do his favorite pants next. Notmyfavorite pants—the ones that hug his glutes just right and make his butt lookreallygood—but the other ones. Then I gild his extra boots. His coat. Even the daggers he has hanging on the walls. All of these things that he will not be able to wear anymore, because someone will definitely see.
When I’ve used up all the gold from the pillars, I dust my hands off, looking around in satisfaction.
It’s the little things.
