It feels so good, both in my own feelings and in his, which are practically vibrating with ecstasy at my touch. It makes me feel powerful, primal, to hear the moans and gasps I pull from his lips through his cock. He’s a God-King, and I’m a goddess on her knees, giving him what he needs.
“That’s good, but that’s not what I need,” he says, pulling me up from him. He tastes himself on my mouth when he kisses me, feels the heat of himself on my lips.
It drives him wild with desire. He shoves my pants the rest of the way down and I step out of them, then he lifts me by the hips and lowers me until he’s against my entrance, pushing me so my back is against the wall.
And then, finally, he slams into me all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck!” I scream, giving him what he wanted, my eyes rolling back as I feel the entire length of him take me. “Yes, Ronan! Fuck me like that.Ruinme.”
He grabs my face and holds it still, looking me in the eye. “I could never ruin you. You are perfect.”
Then he kisses me, claiming my mouth as he thrusts so hard and deep within my body, I think I might die from the pleasure.
I can’t stop my climax from happening again with him slamming into me like that, with his feelings echoing infinitely in my mind. The waves build up within me quickly and then crash over and over, unrelenting.
He catches my head in his hand, holding my body against the wall, his cock still slamming inside me. He pushes his head to mine, our foreheads touching, the distance between our eyes too close to focus as he rams himself into me, a low groan in his throat. He watches me come and come for him, over and over without a break, until my vision is blurry and my legs can’t hold themselves against him.
But he isn’t finished yet. When I finally come down in shuddering gasps, he lowers me to the ground and turns me against the wall like I asked for. I press my hands and bare breasts against it as he shoves open my legs. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe. I can barely speak, but I don’t want him to stop. I need him to fill me, need to feel his release in me. Hegrabs my face and turns it to him, pulling me upright so my back is against his chest, kissing me as he enters me once more.
Gods, it’s good from this angle. He’s hitting a spot right on my inner walls that feels so good, I see stars behind my eyes. He lets out a guttural groan as I back my ass up into him, spreading open for him, inviting him even deeper.
“I want to feel you come again,” he says. “I need it. Come with me.” He squeezes a nipple with one hand as the other works my clit. He kisses my neck, all the while never stopping the relentless rhythm of his thrusting, which is growing more and more erratic the closer he gets.
It’s so many sensations all at once, I can’t handle it. I arch my back against him, tilting my head back to look at him, to kiss his lips, to see the hot, feral look on his face as he can’t take it anymore, as he bucks wildly into me, finding his release.
His shuddering, gasping final thrusts send me over the edge one last time, and I tighten around him in explosive waves, my body so spent with pleasure that I collapse under him before I finish, forcing him to hold me to keep me upright.
He presses himself against me, still inside of me, stroking my neck and my hair, tilting my face to him to kiss gentle kisses on my lips. The power, the passion between us, melts into something softer, deeper. It fills my heart as well as my body.
“I love you,” he says, his voice a caress. He turns me back to him and takes me into his arms, burying his face in my neck, wrapping his arms around me so tight I can barely breathe, his chest heaving from the exertion and the emotion and everything that we are and will be together.
“I love you, Ronan,” I whisper into his shoulder, feeling his hands tighten and relax at my words. “I’m yours.”
“I’m yours,” he says, stroking my face, sending a healing touch through my body that fills me with warmth.
I let him hold me for a long time, until I feel the rhythm of his heart return to normal, until it matches mine, our hearts echoing their beats and their love for each other.
Then, reluctantly, we part, dressing once more and joining the guards where they’re waiting in the hall to escort me to my chambers.
I hear Ronan’s words in my mind as I prepare for Adria to join me. They give me the strength I need to give the performance of my life. I need her to believe that I’m just as angry as she is. I’ll no longer be trying to convince her to give up on her plans. Instead, I need to keep her believing that I support them.
I’m pacing the area in front of the window when the door opens.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” she shouts to poor Stella, who has apparently been tasked with being her escort. “Credible threat.There are credible threats every day! We’ve been persecuted for years. I won’t be made a prisoner.”
“The king assures me it’s only a temporary measure—”
“It better damn well be. Go on then. Guard us.Protectus.” Adria slams the door in Stella’s face.
Then she turns to me. “What did you fucking do?”
“Me? They told me someone sent a letter threatening to kill us. How is that my fault?”
“A fucking letter. There’s no way. You did something. Did you make him angry?” She moves to the end of the bed and gestures forcefully for me to join her. “Did you give him reason to suspect you? Where were you during the feast?”
“We delivered food to those shadow-born that were found with me,” I say. It’s one of those partial truths that fuels mymagic, which is important right now. I can feel the impact all my truth-telling has had on it. I’m weaker now than I’ve been since we arrived. “No one saw us.”
