Page 137 of Conspirators' Kingdom

“Taisiya,” he growled.

“Meri,” she replied primly, rewarding him when his eyes found hers.

The head of him sheathed in her lips, she sucked, gradually taking more. His hips bucked and he hissed in pleasure. Taisiya reached up to his nipple and toyed with it. When next his hips demanded more of her, she let a trickle of electricity dance across her fingertips.

“Fuck! Fuck! Taisiya, gods!” he choked.

She came up for air, licking the head again.

“You’re not allowed to die until I tell you that you can. Take your punishment like a good boy,” she purred.

“I’m… a fucking…paragon,” he ground out as he nearly shook with the strain to be still, his eyes dark with the promise of retribution.

There was only one sensible thing to do in the face such bald-faced lies. Another small jolt of electricity flicked across his other nipple as she took him deep. He roared every obscenity she’d ever heard.

“I’m going to make you beg!” he swore.

She was already aching for it. Another snap of lightning rolled down his chest.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name!”

Just what she wanted. Another slow lick from the stem to the tip as she eyed him without remorse. Another light dose of pain as she tweaked his nipples with the bite of her magic.

“I’m going to ruin you forever!”

“What are you waiting for?”

Then Mereruka lost all control—or regained it. Auroras of magic all around her, he put her on her hands and knees, gripped her thighs almost painfully and bucked into her until she saw stars. She thought he might never stop until he bent her head down to the sheets and angled her hips, his next thrust igniting a newer, deeper pleasure. Breath left her on a gasp. The sound sealed her fate.

Mereruka paused, his rumbling chuckle dark and cruel. His frenzy cooled, every thrust was slower than the last, filling her to the hilt before he dragged himself out, rubbing some part of her she couldn’t reach but needed to touch. She reached to touch herself, only to have the sheets wind around her wrists.

“Ah, ah. I made you three promises, Taisiya.”

She thrust her hips backward, impaling herself on him on a moan.

“Naughty,” he hissed.

His hair threaded around her thighs, holding her immobile.

“You’ll pay for that,” he purred, refusing to move inside her.

Instead, his fingers found her and stroked her in the same maddening, feather-light way. Now over-sensitized, she didn’t know if she were trying to lean into his touch or flee it, only that both were impossible. His caress might have been considered reverential, but for the fact that he was slowly bringing her towards release over and over again only to stop, his magic tweaking her nipples, his cock seated inside her, her hips unable to move. She needed it to end as much as she needed him to never stop.

“Beg,” he whispered.

“Meri, please,” she sobbed.

“Come for me, Taisiya.”

When he finally gave her what she needed, she screamed. Mind-numbing pleasure had her arching her back as he thrust himself inside her. Overwhelmed, her hips sought his, bones turning to jelly at the unexpected intensity. Magic gliding over her neck and nipples like a hot tongue, his fingers on her bringing her close to another release, and his cock thrusting hard and hitting her just right—she was undone. Grateful for the magic holding her up, Taisiya surrendered to the ferocity of his lovemaking. Clenching around him as another wave of pleasure hit, his thrusts turned almost brutal as he reached his own release.

“Do you remember your name, wife?”

All she could manage was a whimper.

“And have I ruined you forevermore?”

She nodded. Her heart might explode if he ever used her in such a delicious, pitiless way again.

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