Page 81 of A Kingdom of Lies

Duncan exhaled through a smile, tongue tampering with his lower lip as he rolled back over to face me. “We?”

I nodded slightly, wanting nothing more than to take him right here, right now, with the winter frost sprinkling over us. “A wise man once told me that having someone to fight beside is as great as having something to fight for. You are that someone. So, about that plan?”

“I have ideas.” But those never came as Duncan’s lips crashed into mine, his cold touch frantic and desperate. He rolled me onto my back, strong arm holding himself up above me. Drawing away from my mouth, he replied. “We have time for plans. For now, I want you.”

I giggled, hardly caring for how exposed we were, or the clear discomfort the cold had put upon Duncan. “Now? Here?”

“Let the stars watch. I will give them a show, one they have never seen before.”

He dipped back down, body brushing my own as he kissed me deeply, my mouth spread open by his tongue, his hands rubbing up my sides, tugging my jacket upwards.

I found my own hands moving without command, gripping long, dark strands of hair, fingers buried through them. My legs wrapped around his waist as he bore down on me, pressing me into the damp earth we rested upon. Breaking away, I gasped for breath with tender and wet lips.

Duncan pressed his forehead to mine, equally flustered and breathless. “Roll onto your front for me.”

Duncan’s voice was full of command; he could have controlled the stars themselves.

I did as he asked, welcoming the return of his monstrous power which I’d craved since our last encounter back at the church. His expression was smooth as he watched me turn over. When our gaze finally broke apart, I felt a fiery thrill course through me. With my cheek pressed to the crisp grassland beneath me I could not see him, onlyfeelhim.

“Is this what you do? Pour your heart out and then fuck?” I asked, voice muffled by the ground.

Duncan’s greedy hands ran up my legs, gripping into my skin through my trousers as he reached my arse. “I fucked those who meant nothing to me. You deserve far more than that. I will worship you with every inch of me. Devour you entirely. But first you must tell me, Robin… do you want me?”

I raised my arse upwards, pressing it into his crotch, his hard cock greeting me instantly upon contact.

“I will take that as your answer,” Duncan muttered, hands grasping the length of my body.

I writhed beneath him, rubbing myself across the hard length restrained within his trousers. It dragged a tempered groan from him, one that gave me nothing but pleasure. There was an enjoyment to be had, knowing the reaction I could conjure in him.

Duncan took me with nothing but the night for cover. Tearing my trousers off, his cold fingers shocked my bare skin as they brushed across it. His actions spoke of his hunger for me, the way one hand pressed down on the back of my head, whilst the other hand wet the sensitive part of me with spit laced across his fingers.

“Speak to me,” Duncan moaned as the tip of his finger pressed deep within me. “I want to hear your voice.”

I opened my mouth and my own groan of pleasure spilled into the quiet night, the prolonged sound joining the winds that danced around us. “Wha – what is it you want to hear me say?”

At once his finger pushed deeper. He leaned into me, teeth grazing my ear as he replied, “There would be no fun in telling you what I wish to hear. Figure it out yourself.”

Another finger joined the first, slick with his spit. There was the unmistakeable pop of buttons as Duncan worked his cock free. He was excited, rushed and quick-handed as though he did not want the moment to end before it truly begun.

“Duncan.” I used his name with the power it deserved. “I – I want to feel you, entirely.”

A warmth spread up my spine as the wet, soft head of his cock replaced his fingers all within a sudden moment. He held himself, with wonderous restraint, hard cock on the verge of entering me. “I love when you speak my name. Do it more. Louder, so the stars and the realms beyond hear.”

“Duncan,” I moaned, pushing my arse back upon him with desperation. “Fuck me.”

“Do you lack manners, Robin?” His hand gripped my shoulder and squeezed, the feeling of his hold a thrill of lightning through my body.

“Please,” I exhaled, needing him with a burning desire that overwhelmed me.

“Beg me.”

And beg I did. My mouth dripped with lust and desire, cheeks prickling with excitement at the thought of pleasing him; for when Duncan became this version of himself, I wished nothing but to please him. “Give me all of you, Duncan.” The stars were a witness to my shouts. There was nothing but empty rolling hills and endless landscape around us. I took full advantage of our lack of surroundings and opened myself up to the primal desire that made me want to scream to the heavens for the man who mounted me.

Duncan entered me with a slow, gentle stroke of his cock. The sound he made as he pushed every inch of himself inside could have torn the ground in two. “Robin,” he groaned, pushing my lower back downwards. “You’re divinity. Pure, honest bliss.”

It was the last thing he spoke to me, for we let our bodies converse without use of words.

Duncan made love to me, thrusting with surprising, sudden changes of his movements. For the most part I simply lost myself to the feeling, until I felt him wane with energy and I took over, throwing myself back upon his length until my arse clapped into the leathers of his folded down breeches.

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