Page 60 of The Stolen Throne

“Yes,” I whine as he continues at a slow but forceful pace with his fingers. It’s not enough, though; I want more. I need more.

He nips my shoulder, and with a growl, he demands, “Then you better come. You don’t get my fat cock until you soak my fingers.”

“Need more,” I cry out as I try to force his fingers deeper. But no matter how much I try, I can’t get him deeper. Mir has me confined as Kas slowly fucks me with his fingers.

“You need more, Princess? Then beg. Beg for another finger in that needy fucking cunt.”

“Please, Kas. I need another finger. I need more of you.”

Mir hums and says, “Now, I know you can beg better than that.”

My eyes burn as I choke on a sob of need. The heat in my abdomen keeps building but refuses to push me over the edge. “Please!” I beg. “Please, Kasim. I need more. I need another finger. I need you to fuck my needy cunt with your fingers till I see stars. Please.”

Mir chuckles and licks the tears that are rolling down my cheeks. “You beg so well, Darling.”

When Kas’s fingers slide out, he inserts another finger, and my head falls back onto his shoulder. I’m panting as he quickens his pace. “Yes. Yes, Kasim! Fuck me like you hate me!”

His other hand slides in between me and Mir to tease my clit. I whimper when the pleasure builds to the point of it being almost painful. “Please, Kasim. Please, I’m so close.”

He continues to fuck me with his fingers, then he growls, “Come!” He bites down on my shoulder at the same time as he pinches my clit. His fingers slam into me, hitting just the right spot to make me scream and come undone. I feel myself tighten around his fingers, and he hums in satisfaction.

I whimper as he removes his fingers but groan when he replaces them with his cock, forcing himself deep into my tight channel. I bite my lip as his thrusts turn just as forceful as the fingers he used to fucked me.

Mir holds my upper body while Kas tightly holds my hips. I have a feeling his grip will leave fingerprint bruises on my hips, but I don’t care. The cuts across my skin were Dax’s way of claiming me. Fingerprints can be how Kas claims me. I want all of them to claim me in their own way.

“Your tight cunt grips my fucking cock so perfectly, Princess. You were made for me. Made to take my cock so prettily.” He pinches my clit again, and I’m surprised by the orgasm he draws from me. “Fuck,” he growls. I look over my shoulder to see that he is looking down at where we are joined. His eyes are completely black as he huffs out, “You’re creaming all over my cock, Princess. So fucking beautiful.”

“Kas,” I pant out.

His eyes meet mine, and he groans, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to last if you do.”

Letting my eyes flutter closed, I rest my forehead against Mir. “Kas,” I pant again. “Kasim, I want to kiss you.”

He grunts and pulls out of me, but within moments, I’m pulled away from Mir and pushed against the shower wall. He thrusts back inside me as he seals his lips to mine. I groan into his kiss while he devours my mouth with each thrust. He kisses just like he fucks. Hard and hungry. Like a starving man who believes my mouth and pussy will satiate his hunger.

I push him away to gasp for breath. He rests his forehead against mine as we both pant, trying to catch our breath. I whisper, “I love you, Kasim.”

He lets out a sound similar to a keen as he pounds into me. “Fuck.”

I lift my hands to tangle my fingers in his hair as I briefly press my lips to his, whispering, “Fuck me like you love me.”

His hips stutter, and his eyes close. Kas thrusts slow, turning gentle and languid as his eyes open to meet mine. They are no longer black but dark hazel. He brushes his lips against mine and whispers back, “I do. So much, Princess.”

For some reason, a moment between the two of us months ago flashes through my mind. When he had asked who would lose me. Who would mourn me? I don’t want to ruin this moment, but I can’t stop myself. I pull away just enough that my eyes meet his, and I ask in a hushed voice, “Would you mourn me, Kas?” When he pauses mid-thrust, and his eyes widen, it is clear he remembers that moment.

I watch as his eyes turn glassy, and he reaches up with one hand to caress my cheek. “I would not be able to mourn you, Princess. To mourn another, they first must have a heart.”

He moves his hips in slow thrusts, his eyes never leaving mine as he waits for my response. I’m not sure how to respond as I can only say his name. “Kasim?”

He lowers his lips to meet mine, lovingly brushing a soft kiss to them that makes my eyes burn. He rests his forehead rests mine as he continues to thrust, not pausing as he says, “My heart would cease to beat. I would have no heart left to mourn you with. My soul would follow yours without question.”

He repeatedly hits just the right spot inside of me, and my pleasure grows. My eyes burn, and I can see the love he feels for me in his as he stares back at me. “Kas,” I quietly choke out.

He kisses me softly. “There won't be a moment to mourn you because I will never be without you long enough to do so.”

I cry out when my orgasm hits, making him growl, and his thrusts begin to quicken. “You. Are. Mine,” he grunts out.

My fingers tighten in his hair as I say, “I am yours.”

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