Page 118 of Empire of Flame and Thorns

A gasp tears from my throat as he thrusts in again.

The new angle creates the most incredible friction.

A satisfied smirk blows across Draven’s lips. Keeping my leg in that position, he picks up the pace. Pleasure shoots through my spine with every thrust, and I have to blink repeatedly to stop my eyes from rolling back in my head.

His thrusts become firmer. More possessive.

I drag in shuddering breaths as the tension inside me builds.

My body trembles with pleasure and desperate need as Draven fucks me exactly the way he said he would. Like I’m his.

His fingers dig into my thigh and his hand pins my wrists above my head as he fucks me like he owns me. And the feeling of it makes my heart skip several beats and my head spin.

My back thuds against the rock wall as he slams into me with dominant thrusts.

The tension inside me reaches unbearable levels. Desperate moans drip from my lips as I tumble towards the edge of an orgasm.

Draven’s eyes sear through my very soul as he commands, “Come for me, little rebel.”

Release explodes through my veins. Throwing my head back, I gasp as pleasure floods my every nerve.

My pussy tightens around his cock as he keeps fucking me through the orgasm. Incoherent pleas spill from my lips as the feeling of his cock grinding against my throbbing clit with every thrust sends lightning shooting through my spine. White lights flicker before my eyes.

My moaning is drowned out by a deep groan.

I snap my gaze down to Draven’s face right in time to see pleasure flood his features. It’s one of the most extraordinary things I have ever seen.

His cock pulses inside me as he comes.

I just stare at the astonished look on his face and that incredible pleasure that fills his eyes and makes them glitter like the brightest of gold. I feel lightheaded.

When the last ripples of pleasure fade out, I can barely form a coherent thought. I just lean against the wall while my chest heaves. Draven looks equally stunned.

For a little while, our heaving breaths and the soft rushing of the river are the only sounds that break the stillness.

Then Draven releases my wrists and thigh and pulls out.

The sudden loss of him inside me is so jarring that I almost stumble. Throwing a hand out, I brace my palm on the rough stones behind me.

“Well, would you look at that?” There is a sly glint in Draven’s eyes as he cocks his head. “You can still stand.”

Blinking, I stare at him in confusion.

He closes the distance between us again and slides his hand up my throat. With a firm grip right underneath my jaw, he tilts my head back and locks eyes that are gleaming with wicked delight on me.

“I told you that I was going to fuck you until your legs give out.” He smirks. “Which means that you and I are just getting started, little rebel.”

Using his grip on my throat, he pulls me away from the wall and instead spins me around so that I’m facing it. Then he releases my throat and gives my ass a firm slap.

“Now, put your hands on the wall and bend over.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

My chest heaves. Lying on the grass, I stare up at that strange ceiling of thin round tree trunks above us while I try my best to drag air into my lungs and piece my mind back together. Next to me, Draven does the same. And his chest heaves as badly as mine.

“Fuck,” he presses out between deep breaths.

“Yeah,” I reply.

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