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He let out a slow, ragged breath. Before my eyes caught his movement, I had already been thrown back down on the seat of the throne. The towering shadow tightened my thighs around his waist, leaving my ass raised above the seat.

“I was trying not to break you. Remember that. Now, be a good pet and sit.”

The smoke of his wings shadowed me almost completely, giving his figure a spine-chilling look.

Mendax undid his pants, letting them hit to the floor with a rustle as his large cock sprung free. For a moment, I began to rethink things. He was huge. The pink tip of his cock strained in his grip as he fisted himself. He was malevolent and intimidating as he stared down at me—a predator who’s just overpowered his prey.

“Grip the throne, and don’t let go,” he rumbled.

I reached behind my head and clutched on to each side of the queen’s throne as commanded. He could have asked me to juggle, and I would have found a way.

The smooth tip of his warm cock glided over the seam of my entrance. Slowly, he rubbed his tip along the lips of my pussy, swiping the beaded drops of pre-cum against my tingling center.

I was panting now, trying to push myself onto him.

He froze and moved his length away from where it touched me. “What if I hurt you, Caly?” his deep voice whispered. “What if I lose control? I don’t want to hurt you.”

His words startled me. Malum Mendax did not worry about hurting anyone. Ever. In fact, he enjoyed hurting others. Craved it.

The feelings threatened to cut me in two. So I responded like I always did when I felt things I didn’t want to feel. I got pissed off.

“Have you turned soft, Mendax? Afraid tofuckme?” I grumbled, a new level of frustration possessing me.

His eyes smoldered. “Inside and out, there isn’t a single part of me that’s soft. Especially when you are involved. You really should remember that.”

He slammed into me.

A pleasure-filled gasp tore from my throat as I clenched myself around him.

“So fucking wet, Caly,” he mumbled. He slowly pulled out of me before he pressed himself inside again. Deeper and deeper with every heavy thrust.

Every single millimeter of my body lit up with sensations as waves of pleasure rippled through me. I could feel how it felt for him. The explosion of carnality when inch by inch he slid into me.

The bond—it was ecstasy.

His thrusts were pounding into me so hard, I would be bruised, and still I wanted more. Rougher.

“Get up,” he growled, pulling out of me and taking a step back.

I stood up, confused, and stared hungrily at his glistening cock as it throbbed under the sunlight.

He flipped me over, and a strong hand pressed the back of my neck down so my face smashed against the velvet cushion of the throne.

The Unseelie prince pushed into me from behind, letting my neck go to grip my hips savagely. Our skin clapped loudly as he slid himself out of me to drive into me harder and harder with every thrust that followed.

Oh my suns. I could feel all of his feelings as well as my own.

It was too much. My skin was going to implode and come on its own if I took one more thrust.

A wild scream tore out of me as I arched my back and ground against him like an animal.

“I’m going to come! Oh, Mendax!”

Mendax swore in response, slamming into me slower as trembles prickled over my skin with the building of both our orgasms.

The dark prince collected my hair in a bunch at the base of my neck and pulled, lifting my head up off the seat as he slammed into me. Delicious pain tore into the flesh of my shoulder and neck as he peppered my body with feral bites and licks, thrusting so deep that his black wings pulsed against the air, stabilizing his body and helping to fill me completely.

Still pressed against my back, he yanked on my thighs in search of a way to get deeper inside of me. I bit the cushion, feeling the overwhelming climax rise as his thrusts slowed.

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