Page 78 of Realm of Thieves

I can’t help but smile. I could come and keep riding him until he releases, but I don’t think that’s what he has in mind.

I pick up the pace, grinding harder, and his hand drops from my hip, fingers splayed against my thigh while he presses his thumb at my clit. I’m already so hot and swollen that it doesn’t take long for the tight thread inside me to snap, and like a storm unleashed, I’m coming.

“Andor,” I moan out his name, barely able to keep moving as I lose control of my limbs, my back arching sharply. He grunts, both hands at my waist as he grinds me down on him and I lose myself to the waves of bliss that crash over me, again and again. I feel weightless and free, all the tension inside me that has kept me wound up for weeks finally coming loose.

I slump forward, nearly collapsing on him, still holding on to the rim of the tub as my breasts are flattened against his firm, warm chest. He reaches up and grabs my face, staring up at me like he’s about to devour me whole.

“You said you like a little pain,” he rasps, running his thumb over my lower lip. “Then you’ll forgive me if I’m a little rough.”

I give him a lopsided smile that turns into a gasp as he reaches down for my waist. With the same strength and agility I saw him use out in the Midlands, he somehow gets out of the tub while simultaneously hoisting me up until I’m placed on the floor, bending forward for balance. He’s behind me now, wet hand between my shoulder blades as he pushes me down until I’m on all fours, my knees digging into the hard cave floor.

He hesitates a little and I know he’s wondering if he was perhaps too rough, so I glance at him over my shoulder, through my damp strands of hair to encourage him.

His eyes are filled with shock, glued to the scars I have on my back, reminders of the constant punishment at the hands of the convent.

“What happened?” he grinds out. “Who did this to you?”

“The price for breaking silence,” I tell him. “The cost of being at the hands of the Soffers.” I soften my gaze, to let him know that I don’t want either of us to be distracted about it right now. “It’s in the past, Andor. What I have with you, right now, that’s far more important.”

He meets my eyes, his expression unsure.

“Please,” I tell him, spreading my legs apart a couple of inches. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

That’s enough to snap some sense back into him.

His nostrils flare and I let my eyes flick over his body, a sight to behold. I can’t help but stare as he kneels behind me, the ridged planes of his abs stretching up to his chest, his large, rounded shoulders, the thick muscles of his arms snaked with veins, his strong hands that slide over my rear. His eyes practically burn, the gold catching the flicker of the torches, simmering with desire that I’m desperate for him to unleash.

He brings one hand to my hip, the fingers pressing in hard andmean, and then with other he positions his cock behind me, the heat of him flaring at me from behind, making flames race up my spine.

With a carnal curl of his upper lip he pushes the head of his cock in.

I let out a gasp, my eyes pinching shut as I face forward, head hanging above the floor. I knew he was big, but even as wet and ready as I am from the aftereffects of my orgasm, he still doesn’t feel like he’ll fit.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses, his grip tightening. “Breathe, lavender girl. Breathe.”

I inhale deeply through my nose, willing my body to relax.

“That’s it,” he rasps, “you can take a little more.”

I want to tell him that it’s easy for him to say, but I can’t speak, can only concentrate on my breath coming in and out, my body finally letting him slide, slowly, all the way in until he’s all I can feel.

“You can take it. Good girl.”

His encouragement unfurls something inside me, a need to be praised, to be told that I am, in fact, good. Even if it’s because I can handle the size of his cock in this position.

“How does that feel?” he asks, his voice throaty and raw, and I let out a soft whimper as my body adjusts, as he slowly slides his cock in and out, pausing for a moment before pushing it back in, deeper than ever.

I gasp, my fingers trying to grip the rug. “Good,” I manage to say, trying to catch my breath.

He lets out a rough grunt. “Good isn’t good enough. Not when it comes to you.”

Then he leans down, his damp chest pressed against my back, his cock pressing against every sensitive nerve inside me. Then he reaches forward and wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me back into him so that I’m on my knees. He squeezes my throat lightly, just enough to hold me, and slips a hand down between my thighs.

His fingers slide over my clit and I moan, the vibrations flowing up my neck and reverberating against his palm.

“How about now?” Andor asks, his mouth at my ear, biting my earlobe before licking up the rim and making me shiver.

I swallow against his hand, his grip strong, possessive, enough to hamper my breathing a little but not take it away. He holds me there in place and starts to rut into me, pumping his hips against my rear, making my body tremble and shake from the impact.

---