Soft sounds of appreciation came from Shale, turning the elegant king into something more primal. He was half-dressed, an erection tenting his silk pants, and he couldn't keep his stare on one part of me for long. It kept moving, as did his hands. My ass, my thighs, my cock, my balls, up the crack, my ass again. Oh, fuck, a finger prodded me.
He motioned and something moved out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see the bottle of oil float over from the bed table on . . .
“Is that water?” I got to my knees.
I don't know why I was so surprised. I'd seen him fill the fountain. It was just the way he used the magic, I guess. I didn't know water could be used to carry things.
“Yes.” Shale shoved me back down. “Get further up on the bed, then put your head down.”
“I . . .” I looked at the bottle now in his hands, then watched him untie his pants.
The silk fell to the floor and the King's erection sprang free. He oiled it, then lifted his stare to me and narrowed his eyes. I hurried to the center of the bed and put my head down, pressing my forehead to the bed while lifting my ass.
“So eager,” he murmured as he climbed onto the bed.
I felt the mattress shift and then he was behind me. One hand spread me while the other slid along my crack, seeking myentrance. Once he found it, he rubbed oil onto me, slowly. His finger slipped inside. I gasped at the sudden entry, but then he pumped and pulled at my ring of muscle. The man was already proficient in ass fucking.
When I was loose enough and slick enough, Shale withdrew his finger and replaced it with his shaft. Gently. Back and forth. Oiled flesh prodding and stretching. Shale pushed that glorious cock in and out of me until it was encased. Held by my channel. Mine. I squeezed around him. Then the pace quickened. His thrusts grew stronger. More demanding. He delved deeper, and I braced myself.
Fingers digging in, the King's hands clenched on my hips. His breath turned into rough panting. With ecstasy teasing me, I reached between my legs and took myself in hand. My face was buried in the blankets, Shale's scent enveloping me. It felt safe there. I closed my eyes and pretended he loved me. Maybe he would care about me one day. Deeply care. Maybe he even cared a little now. He wouldn't have been so upset about hurting me if he didn't. He had to care about me.
Before I could come, Shale locked up and filled me, holding me firmly against his pelvis as if he thought I might pull away. I had been so close, but I didn't say anything, nor did I keep stroking myself. I let my hand fall to the bed in disappointment.
But Shale didn't withdraw. He just kept coming. And the hot rush of him filling me did something to my body. I felt . . . I don't know what I felt. It was erotic and yet more. A rush that ran up and down my spine. It bowed my back and pulled an orgasm out of me. No, that's the wrong word. It demanded an orgasm out of me. And that orgasm felt like it originated in my very cells.I had never felt anything like it. To go from being on the verge to coming like that was so damn magical, it made my head spin.
And while I came, Shale began a second round.
He hadn't even pulled out. Just came, then started fucking me again, his pelvis slapping my ass and hands holding me in place. Had Shale said something about having great stamina? Well, that had been an understatement.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“One hundred fifty-seven years worth of lust,” I whispered.
“What's that?” Shale murmured sleepily.
“Nothing,” I said. “I'm just impressed.”
He chuckled and pulled me closer. I snuggled against his chest, happier and more content than I'd been in years.
“Are you tired?” Shale asked.
“Yes, but not nearly as much as I should be.” I chuckled against his skin. “You revive me. Or maybe inspire me.”
“Good. I'll need you again in a few hours.”
“A few hours?” I lifted my head. “The sun is rising. We've been fucking all night.”
“I did warn you.”
“Yeah, you did.” I grinned against his skin. “But I will need some sleep. And maybe a shower.”
“Very well. I need you to keep up your strength.” He waved his hand.
A ribbon of water circled the room, dragging curtains over the archways. The curtains were thick enough to stay in place despite the wind and dark enough to block out the light.
I sighed and rolled onto my back. “Thank you. That's perfect.”
Shale pulled me back onto his chest. “You're welcome.”
