Page 89 of A War of Three Kings

He presses me into the rough surface of the wall he has cushioned with air, my face flush against it, then adjusts my hips to where he wants them and parts my legs. Aldrin’s arm wraps around my waist as he lines up the head of his cock with my entrance, then he thrusts into me.

I muffle a scream as the stretch of my inner walls shoots bliss through me. It is utter perfection. Then he rocks his hips. They collide with my ass as the length of his erection slides in and out of my core. I jolt against the wall with each pump, pressed firm into it as his broad chest cages me against it.

“Do you like that?” he demands.

“More. Harder,” I whimper.

He laughs, thrusting harder and harder in and out of me, the drag and slide of him creating delicious friction within me as our bodies pull apart and come back together with explosive energy. Aldrin’s hand glides down my stomach until his finger trails maddening circles around my clit, lighting me up.

He grunts rhythmically, right in my ear, as he pounds into me from behind. The sound is animalistic. Our bodies slap each time they come together. His hardness reaches a place so deep within me, it drives me higher each time it slams home.

The tension builds to such an intense point within my chest that I wonder if my heart can take it. My inner muscles convulse around his cock as it pulls and drags across them with delicious friction, and I spiral into an orgasm so hard I forget where we are.

I scream out as my entire being knows nothing but acute pleasure and the hard planes of the man wrapped around me, cock pumping into me, finger dancing across my clit. Aldrin’s body shakes and he groans, deep and throaty, as he shudders within me, finding his own release.

His arms hug me, pulling me from the wall to his chest, slick with sweat, then he kisses my hair.

A group of drinking soldiers stand near the entrance of the alleyway, and they glance over their shoulders into it.

“Someone is having a good time in there,” a man says, and the rest laugh.

“I wouldn’t mind dragging a wench down there myself,” another retorts.

“Good luck finding a woman to go down a dark alley with you.”

“At least she wouldn’t be able to see how ugly you are in that darkness.”

“You’re one to talk.”

The group laugh again, but move away from the head of the alley. The entrance is far enough away that I cannot recognize their faces.They wouldn’t be able to see us at all.

I turn to face Aldrin, to tell him how bloody amazing that was, but he wraps his arms around me and kisses me tenderly.

“Can we stay here for a bit longer?” He places his hands on either side of my face. “Can I just hold you? We don’t do enough of that anymore, and the fact that I cannot touch you in front of other people is killing me.”

My heart lurches at the rawness in his voice. At the need that goes beyond the sexual.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Of course.”

He tucks me into his broad chest, my cheek against the bare skin there, and wraps his arms tightly around me. The regular thudding of his heartbeat is soothing, and I am enveloped in his scent—sweat mixed with herbal and floral notes.

We stay like that for the longest time, even after the drinking soldiers move on from the clearing before the wall. Aldrin kisses my hair, again and again, twirling the curls around his finger.

“I miss this.” I nestle into him. His grip on me tightens. “I want this all the time. The consequences be damned.”

Aldrin says nothing. He brushes the hair back from my face and kisses my skin.

After a long time, we dress in the darkness, but are drawn back into each other’s arms. I find myself curled up in Aldrin’s lap while he sits on the ground, his back to the wall.

“I have decided something,” I murmur.

“That sounds dangerous.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and try to playfully slap his chest, but almost miss him entirely in the inky dark. Aldrin grabs my wrist with lightning speed as I laugh. “I cannot see you properly, but I can still sense you. What have you decided, Keira? That you will become my wife? My queen?”

Breath whooshes out of my chest all at once.

I turn in my seat so I am straddling him, and gaze into his eyes. There is a vulnerability in them, one I can just make out in the dimness.

“I was going to ask you to live on Appleshield lands with me for a short time after this war, before we plunge into the next to get your crown back.” I run my hand down his cheek, enjoying the rough pull of his stubble. “But I like your idea better.”

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