“More,” she moaned. “More.”
He complied by inserting a second finger, and all she could do was grab her breasts and pinch her own nipples. Within moments, a burst of pleasure rocked through her again, and she didn’t know if it would ever be enough.
Once she came down, she got off his face. “I want you inside me.”
They adjusted themselves so Iskra was sitting on the arm of the throne, the perfect height for Jasyn to line up with her core.
“I’ll be slow,” he said.
“Don’t.”
But he didn’t seem to listen, because he took his cock in his hands and rubbed it against her clit, around her folds, edging into her entrance before moving away again. He was playing with her, and she liked how it caused her pleasure to rise and fall.
“Ready?” he asked after he toyed with her three times.
She nodded, her eyes shut. She held his shoulders as he entered so slowly, it felt like years before he was fully seated inside her.
“So good, my Sundrop. You feelsogood.” The words came through gritted teeth.
Whimpering at the praise, Iskra pulled him in for a kiss. He started thrusting, and she could cry at the pleasure. He moved at the perfect pace, his hands roaming all over her body. From her nipples to her clit, he never stopped finding ways to remind her he was there, with her, experiencing the same heightened thrill.
When she thought she would fall off the throne arm, he heaved her up. She wrapped her legs around him, and he kept moving inside her as he carried her, the sounds of their slapping flesh echoing around them.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he feasted on one of her nipples.
He walked her off the dais, into a corner of the throne room covered in plants. It was like they were outside. As her back hit the stone floor, she didn’t have a moment to care about the biting cold, because as quickly as he placed her down, he was back inside her. This time, his pace was faster, jagged, uneven. He was close, and seeing him this disheveled was better than flying.
It didn’t take long for her to come again, her muscles tightening around his cock, and he soon followed. When she thought he would move on, perhaps lay next to her, he got down to his stomach and sucked on her core again, swallowing themixture of his own essence and hers to please her again. She was so sensitive, she didn’t think her body would let her come, but with the way his tongue pressed down on her clit, she was convulsing within seconds.
After that orgasm, he climbed up her body, kissing her abdomen, her brand, her breasts, until he was at her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he said earnestly.
Those words were like a burn on her skin, more painful than when she received the brand.
“It’ll be a joyous day indeed.” She smiled as best as she could, but inside, it was like she was falling with no end in sight.
He nestled his head between her breasts, his fingers skating over her ribs. “Will you tell me where you received such a painful mark?”
Iskra was quiet, remembering the day Kryth discovered her flock of dragons. He trapped her and a few others, and then she was in that shop, and Kryth had that burning metal on her skin. She had yelled in pain, refusing to accept such a fate without letting the Gods hear her cry.
“From someone powerful,” Iskra whispered.
“Even more powerful than a future king?”
Iskra didn’t have to think twice. “Yes.”
Fourteen
They spent the next few hours naked, on top of each other, relishing in the pleasurable bubble they had created. Jasyn couldn’t get enough of her taste or her touch. His Sundrop was awakening a feral instinct in him that he had kept locked up his whole life.
He had just devoured her wet cunt again when she jumped to her feet and asked to go outside.
“It’s getting late.”
Jasyn chuckled as he too got to his feet, legs wobbly from their extensive activities. “The sun is just starting to set.”
“And we’ve been in here since before midday.”
