He glances over his shoulder at the corridor leading to the King and Queen’s chambers. Thankfully, he notices only unlit sconces.
He grabs his hardening cock through his pants. All he can imagine is the Princess’s needy gasps as he succumbs to her pussy.
The sounds intensify as he nears the end of the hall.
No woman has ever elicited such an immediate and feral need within him. Every other woman he took to his bed was merely a means to an end, a way to block out Lavinia and her bitter request from all those winters ago.
What he would not give to relish in the cadence of Aura’s screams as he ravages her, instructing her in the true meaning of bliss. His hands would worship her deliciously thick curves until she came on his cock over and over until he reduced her to inaudible sounds.
When he reaches the final door on the right, he finds it ajar. He barely presses against it when it swings open.
The Princess reclines on her bed, facing the door, wearing the same tight-fitting blue tunic as before. The back of her head rests against the headboard, and her eyes are tightly shut.
Between her legs, her fingers swirl around her clit. The wet music of her arousal is louder in her room, and fuck does he want to bury between her thighs and taste her.
Her lashes flutter open, revealing a hooded gaze that yearns for his imposing form. With a smirk, she spreads her legs wider and slides two fingers inside her cunt. When she licks her sweet pink lips, he knows he will lose all of his self-control.
He takes a single step into her room when he spots her discarded hand axe lying across a chest. Runic carvings on the handle resemble Sigvid’s infamous dual axes.
Damn, all the fucking gods to the bloody Abyss!
The mere thought of that man instantly reminds him of why this gorgeous young woman is strictly forbidden.
Blacklisted from all Drengr.
Twenty winters younger.
Daughter of his mentor.
Sigvid has done too much for him over the years to return the favor by spoiling Aura–a despicable act even by the Iss Drengr’s standards.
Instead of joining the seductress in her bed, he flops down into the high-backed chair in the corner of her messy room. He may restrain himself from ravaging her flesh, but he can still watch her come like a private show.
She continues touching herself, her sounds growing louder with his presence. A wicked grin twists over his lips.
He interlocks his fingers behind his head, enjoying the way her delicate fingers fuck her pussy until she comes undone for him.
The way she moans his name in that sweet, heady voice burns through his veins with a fervent need to ruin her for anyone else.
He resists the urge to rub his hard cock as she slumps upon the bed. Those deep blues find him with a mischievous smirk.
Against all of his better judgment, he stands over the Princess. Hismember threatens to burst out of the confines of his pants. He sits on the edge of her bed, unable to stop himself from ghosting his knuckles along the inside of her soft thigh.
He tisks at her delightful whimpers. “Such a naughty girl.” He pulls her onto his lap, evoking a giggle. With her soft ass in the air, he rubs his hand across it before spanking her. “Someone is owed a punishment.”
“What did I do?” She squirms against him.
His breath mists, and he can feel the cold manifest at the failing of his self-control.
“Tempting a man like me.” He fists her hair at the scalp, enjoying too much the sound of her wanton groans. He leans down so his breath fans across her ear. “And you have no idea what kind of man I am, Aura.”
His other hand lifts and lands on her ass, wrenching a surprised scream that devolves into a low moan. He repeats the motion, and soon her shrieks and whines fade away until the Princess becomes nothing but a mess of filthy groans.
His middle finger brushes between her lips to discover her arousal. “Do you think you've learned your lesson?” He chuckles.
“I learned how badly youdesireme, Jarl Calder.” She writhes against his cock that pulses with longing to fuck her senseless.
“I thought I hid that so well.” He spanks her again, leading to a chorus of her moans. He braces against her bed, his hand sinking into the pelt beneath them.
