A flutter of longing stirs in her belly, and she does not resist him.
His back presses against the stump as he gathers her dress to her navel, exposing her bare legs and undergarments.
“Tell me, Princess. What do you need?”
She swallows, unable to express a single thought. The physical sensation of his desire beneath her bare behind serves as a warning that they are walking along a precarious edge.
If they have not already fallen into the Depths.
“To be protected and worshipped,” she pants as his rough hand traipses along her inner thigh.
The pad of his middle finger slips into her undergarments in an act that arouses goosebumps along her inner thighs. Roughly, he trails downward from her wet clit to her entrance and back at an agonizing pace, drawing out her pathetic whimpers. His hot breath brushes against the shell of her ear, leaving her breathless.
Am I about to allow the Iss Drengr to grope me in the forest like a common harlot?
Yes, yes, I am.
“Do not stop, Princess.” He adds another finger as he continues to lazily drag his touch along her most sensitive area. This time, he applies pressure when he reaches her bundle of nerves.
Heat builds in her cheeks as she can no longer retrain her needy moans. “I don’t just want to be a woman pulled from a forgotten chest at the whims of my lover. I want to be the fantasy they breathe every day.”
Calder’s teeth tug at her earlobe, shooting a tingling sensation beneath her skin.
Her pleasure sounds foreign to her ears as his touch is a sharp contrast to anyone from her past.
“Did I ask you to stop, Princess?”
She forces the words out even as her mind muddles with desire. “I wish to be possessed to the extent that no other woman or man exists.”
The animalistic growl that erupts through his chest rumbles against her back.
“Calder,” she breathes his name in a futile attempt to disguise the guttural moan escaping her lips. “What do you offer to a partner?”
His lips curl into a sinister grin before he forcefully sinks two of his thick fingers into her cunt. She gasps as her walls flutter to accommodate them.
“I would possess her before she realizes she belongs to me.” Instead of the voice of a powerful Jarl, the sound emanating from his mouth is primal and uncontrolled. His other hand wraps around her throat, squeezing until she whimpers.
Alarm horns blare in her mind as he tightens his grip, stealing away her air.At the last moment, his touch releases, and she gulps in a breath that causes her lashes to flutter.
A strange gust of frigid air hangs around them, chilling her exposed flesh.
Despite knowing this affair is wrong, she groans like a wanton whore, and vainly attempts to squeeze her spread thighs together. Her arousal throbs with a need for the man she should not want.
His knees spread her thighs apart, and once again, his fingers command her pleasure, teasing along her clit and entrance soaked with yearning. This time, his touch is rougher, as if he seeks to possess her.
The arousal building in her center reaches a fever pitch. Just as she reaches the precipice, he removes his fingers from between her legs. Abruptly, he plunges them down her throat so she tastes her passion.
As she gags, he chuckles darkly against her ear. “How will you ever take anything bigger if you cannot choke on my fingers?”
Tears trickle over her cheeks as he pushes further down her throat. “Suck your arousal off of me like a good girl.”
She hollows her cheeks, her tongue swirling around hisfingers with a needy groan. She feels him roll and tug on her nipple, the initial pain dulls to an ache between her legs.
“Such a dirty little slut for me. Aren’t you? Use your words, Princess.”
She formulates the words, ‘yes, I am your dirty little slut,’ but only garbled mutterings emit from her gagged mouth.
Calder slaps her breast with one hand while recommencing his tight pressure on her clit with the other.
