Page 39 of A Queen This Fierce and Deadly

Arching my back, I drew in a single breath, thighs quaking. Pleasure rippled through my body, and I shuddered with it, coming apart so completely, it felt as if I would never be put back together.

When I opened my eyes, I had slumped over, and Lorian was watching me with a strange kind of contentment.

“More,” he said.

I shook my head, throat dry. He just laughed.

“In that case…”

Lorian flipped us, positioning me on my hands and knees, ass in the air. Smoothing his hands over my butt, he made an appreciative sound.

His hard length pushed against my entrance, sliding inside me. I was still sensitive, and I squeezed down on him, enjoying his low grunt.

He thrust achingly slowly, then stopped, buried within me, brushing one hand down my back, gently caressing my skin.

I was still shaking, I realized, my muscles trembling from the most incredible climax of my life.

And yet the feel of him, so deep within me, his hands teasing my body…

“Does that feel good?” he purred, leaning close as he thrust again. “You’re so fucking tight, wildcat.”

My nipples tightened, and I rocked back into him, bucking, desperate for more.

He increased the pace, driving into me, sliding one hand under me, finding my clit.

The sound I let out was half yelp, half moan, and he laughed. “Good girl.”

I was writhing now, but he kept the same steady speed, fingers drifting over my clit just enough to keep me on the edge.

“Lorian…”

“Something you want, Prisca?”

I tensed in an attempt to flip us over and take exactly what I wanted. He just laughed again. “I don’t think so.” His hands found my hips, and he slammed into me, until my breaths came in rough pants and all I could feel was him urging me higher and higher…

Warmth swelled through my body as his movements became faster, harder, almost violent.

Ireveledin it.

My climax hit me like one of his lightning bolts, until all I could do was moan, my hands fisting in the blankets beneath us. Lorian continued thrusting, thenstilled, pushing deep within me and staying there for several long moments. A rough curse left his throat, and I smiled, dropping my head to the bed.

THE QUEEN

If I were a coward, I would leave right now.

I would take this chance—while Sabium continued his conversation with Zathrian and Eadric alone—and I would run for my life.

And then I would face the reality that I was alone, hunted, and practically powerless.

How would I live with myself if I didn’t make the most of this opportunity?

Instead, I filled my pockets with jewels, added several necklaces and bracelets to those I was already wearing, and waited for the castle to fall silent.

Nelia was gone.

Pelysian could not help me.

But I was a queen. And one day, I would rule this continent.

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