His face is flushed, eyes dark with promise.
“Turn around,” he says then, and my body remembers taking his instruction in the woods. My skin goes molten. I comply, shaking with need.
There’s the telltale whisper of a dagger leaving its sheath, and I don’t even have a moment to process my confusion. A millisecond later, the laces along my spine are all loosening at once.
His dagger clatters against the sandy stone at our feet.
He justcutme out of the dress, slicing through the ties in one smooth swipe. I swallow another moan at the image, aching to turn back around but waiting for his next command.
“I need to be inside you,” Stark says then, his breath ghosting against my neck. His calloused fingers slide inside my panties and yank them down to myfeet. I fight to stay standing as my knees weaken at his words. “You’ve been taking the draught, right?”
“Yes, yes,” I say hurriedly. Our party made sure to bring enough of the contraceptive draught we all take when we departed for this journey. Just in case. “So you believe me, then? That I’m sure?”
He licks the back of my neck, and a moan tears out of me. “I’ll believe you when you show me how wet you are. Bend over, princess.”
His brusque order lights me on fire. I slowly comply, holding my own ankles and flushing as I imagine his view. My bare backside, presented for his pleasure. My center, aching for him.
“Show me that you’re ready for me.” His hands skim up the insides of my thighs and then stop just short of my aching need, torturous. Through my legs, I watch as he kneels behind me. Pleasure lashes through me as he presses his mouth to my slit and licks me front to back, lapping up my wetness.
I arch and cry out, already half senseless.
“You’re dripping,” he murmurs, and the movement of his lips and the low buzz of his voice send tremors through me. He presses his mouth to my clit, and I moan, then again when his tongue circles me, teasing me with intensity.
“Wa-wait,” I stutter out, and he stops beneath me, his breath still hot on my tender lips. “I need to hear you say that you believe you won’t ruin me. That you’re not going to walk away from this again.”
He presses a kiss deep against my slit, and I fight back a moan. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Then he stands, and I nearly weep at the loss of his heat at the center of my thighs. He grabs my upper arm, his hold deliciously tight on me, and yanks me up to standing, too.
Stark puts his mouth next to my ear, the warmth of his breath sending tingles from my head to my toes. His huge body is wrapped around my back, and his throbbing, insistent cock presses into my lower back.
“But I am absolutely going to fucking ruin you, princess, starting right now.” I go breathless, boneless. “Turn around.”
I comply faster than thought, spinning around to face him, bare skin againstbare skin. He pivots me until my back is to the rock outcropping, and we step back together until my flushed skin hits cool stone.
“I’m not going to be able to hold myself back with you, Meryn,” Stark warns me. His eyes search mine in the gathering darkness. I reach a hand up and bring his mouth to mine in answer, crushing my lips to his. He pulls away, and I gasp.
His rough hand comes up to palm my breast, fingers tweaking around a nipple, making me writhe against him.
“Fuck. You unleash me, Meryn. You make me lose control.”
“Good,” I reply, my voice breathy with want. “I want to break your control. Show me what it looks like when you’re unleashed.”
The sound he makes then is primal, pure desire voiced. I arch into him just hearing it. I want him. Goddess, I want him. My hands come up to his bare shoulders, and I cling to him as he brings his mouth back down to mine.
We devour each other, and I mewl into his mouth as his hands move to cup my ass, pulling me up and into him. His cock brushes against my slick folds, and I cry out, the sound disappearing into his mouth.
He rubs himself through my folds again and again until I’m whimpering.
Then he maneuvers me until the thick head of his cock is teasing at my entrance. I shiver and clench, aching for him.
“Goddess, Stark,please,” I cry into his lips, nonsensical. “Please, please, I need you inside me.”
Something in him breaks as I beg. His large hands pull me down onto him, his cock sliding into me, fast, filling me, making me whole. His size makes my eyes water. I gasp and pull back to look at him, wrapping my legs around his back.
Stark’s gaze is glazed over, heated. He glances down between us, watching where we meet, and slides slowly in and out of me. “You’re so tight, but you take me so well,” he murmurs, mesmerized, continuing to slowly push in and pull out, fucking me lightly.
My chest heaves against his, my hard nipples scraping against his skin. “I was made for you.” The words come out whining, needy.
