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Atlys looks at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes, licking my seam. I convulse with pleasure. He kisses my clit gently before responding. “I missed you too.”

I grab his face and bring it to mine, tasting myself on his lips. His arms wrap around me, and I cannot help but feel safe. Protected. Shielded. Knowing without a doubt that this male trusts me to take care of myself when we’re apart—but when we are together—I don’t have to think about my safety.

He has me.

Heart, mind, and body.

Oh, and fuck, does he have my body.

I reach for the thick bulge in his pants, making quick work of his laces.

His cock springs free. I lick my lips. “On the chair.”

A sharp canine pierces his bottom lip as he grins as we switch places: him on the throne and me at his feet. I reach for his cock, stroking it from base to tip with my hand, taking my thumb to smear the drop of precum already seeping out of the head.

“Look at me,” he all but grunts.

I lower my lips to his cock and lick along the underside of his shaft before capturing the head into my mouth. He tastes of smoke and salty sea breeze. Atlys’s head tilts up, exposing the thick column of his throat. I would grin at the sight of him losing control, coming undone because of me. But I can’t. Not with his thick cock in my mouth.

I relax my jaw and take more of him in, sliding my tongue along the base of his shaft as I bob up and down.

“Oh fuck,” he moans.

I moan in response, and the vibrations make him go even harder.

“On my lap,” he commands. The shadows around us spin, wild and primal. “Now.”

With a pop, I release his cock from my mouth and stand. Atlys places his large hands on my hips, guiding me to turn. My skirt is still gathered up at my waist.

“Sit.”

I sit back, and “Yes.”

The head of Atlys’s cock pushes into my core, sliding easily with how wet I am for him. I roll my hips, letting him stretch me a little bit at a time. He fills me so deliciously as I sit, lowering more and more onto his lap.

Voices echo from the street, rambunctious and laughing.

I freeze.

That won’t do, Atlys says into my mind. Are you nervous they will see us, my Sunrise?

I nod quickly, heart beating out of my chest. What am I doing here? What are we doing here? This is so dangerous. We could get caught. Treaty relations are all but shattered, and rumors are running rampant that Terraguard is equally responsible for the unrest as the Jord is, even though I know that’s not true. I wouldn’t want anyone to find Atlys here. What would they do? What would happen to me? I’d probably get kicked out of the Watch!

Calm down. I have you, Atlys breaks me from my spiraling thoughts, and I become brutally aware of how I’m speared over his length. He pushes his hips up into me.

I relax a little, melting into him. Responding to his machinations. I can’t mind speak nearly as easily as him, but I try nonetheless, sending my thoughts as loudly toward him as possible. I don’t want to get caught.

We won’t.

You’re awfully confident.

Thrust.

I moan.

He chuckles. Confidence not unwarranted.

Thrust.