The sound of trousers dropping echoed in my ears.
“What if someone?—”
“I had Envis pull up her brow and only wake up if someone makes their way onboard.”
He planned this.Somehow that made me even wetter.
“But how?—”
“She likes my ship. I said you could take the spot beside us in the harbor.”
Because he wanted me close. I felt that emotion like a harsh wave crashing over a longship.
My eyes closed as I slipped a hand into my trousers.
Darcke’s posture locked, and I wasn’t sure who the crushing feeling came from, but it went right in between my legs, making my most sensitive area grow warm and heavy.
My middle finger slipped into my wetness, and we groaned together when my eyes rolled back into my head. When my nipples scratched against my tunic and Darcke took a sharp intake of breath, they hardened to points that ached almost as much as my core.
“Show me,” Darcke rasped. “Show me what I can’t have.”
I cried out as I swirled my clit, then moved my fingers to tease my entrance.
“Inside,” Darcke panted. “Please.”
I nearly came at the pleading in his voice. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
More.I heard his voice in my mind, sounding as needy and frantic as I felt.
Gods, I needed more. I wanted more.
“Elvara.”
My name on his lips sounded like a prayer, and I obeyed him, sinking two fingers inside and gasping at how easily they slipped in.
“Are you wet for me, heir?”
I think he meant to say it like he used to, with disdain and disgust, but somehow it came out gentle—vulnerable, even. Like I was a plea he should never speak out loud.
“Yes,” I panted as I pulled out my fingers, using the wetness sticking to them to swirl my clit and rub it faster—harder—until another whimper left my mouth.
“Fuck. I can feel you as if it’s my fingers working you,” Darcke growled. “My cock is so hard from watching you.”
My eyes crushed shut, and I sank my teeth into my lips not to turn to look.
I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. I barely could now, with that desperation that was as much Darcke’s as it was my own firing through me, setting every nerve alight.
As I started riding my hand, using the other to hold myself up, I pretended it was Darcke’s fingers pounding into me, preparing for the thick cock I could hear him rub behind me.
“I wish it was me,” he said hoarsely. “I wish I could spread your legs and use my mouth to taste your sweet pussy.” Skin sliding over skin sounded behind me. “I would start with one finger, then add more until you were a wreck for me, dripping down your thighs. Only then would I press into you, so fucking slowly, savoring every inch.”
I moaned as I rubbed my bud faster, moving my body against my hand to create more friction.
It felt so fucking good.
“Gods,” I breathed.
“This is allyou.” He panted, and I could feel that he was close. “Not some divine assholes. Now, finish.”
