Page 137 of The Robin on the Oak Throne

He thrust upward in one swift motion, spearing her open and leaving her gasping. He was massive. A fact that she hadn’t exactly forgotten, but her body had clearly not reminded her until he was inside of her. She felt weak and on fire and like a mewling mess all at once.

“God fucking damn,” he said into her shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

He pulled out and then thrust back into her, hard and unrelenting. “Such a good girl,” he praised. “Taking all of my cock.”

“Fuck,” she panted.

“So.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “Good.”Thrust.

It was brutal and unrelenting and the best fucking feeling of her entire life. She was going to explode any second, and all he had to do was keep up this pace. She’d give him everything that he was taking from her. Meet him as an equal.

“Close, close, close,” she chanted.

The bastard pulled out.

“No!” she gasped. “Graves!”

He laughed softly as he dropped her leg, whipped her around, and bent her at the waist. Her forearms landed on the granite bench with her ass high in the air. His hands spread her cheeks wide, and he slapped one side, then the other.

“This is how I want you. Bent over so I can rail you.”

“Have me however you like. Just let me fucking come.”

His next thrust sent her to the moon and then to Saturn. She was in outer space amongst the stars, reveling in the planetary alignment. Her mind so far gone that her body’s only response was to unleash.

She screamed into the shower as her orgasm ripped through her, torquing like a vice grip. A torrent of wild lust that started in her core and wrenched out of her like a burst of magic. And Graves couldn’t hold on any longer than her in the wake of her explosion. He roared and came hard and fast, pistoning into her a few times before collapsing forward.

They both breathed the same breathless air. No words could begin to explain the hunger that had overflowed into something more. Something bright and inviting and raw settling between them.

She wanted to languish here forever. Live with him hard and urgent inside of her and forget the rest of the world.

He must have felt the same, because it was several minutes before he finally slid free. Her legs turned to jelly, and she went limp, only managing not to fall when Graves caught her around the middle.

“Easy,” he whispered gently.

“Feel…hungover?” She hung her head forward and felt what she could only assume was a sex coma.

Graves chuckled softly. A pleasant, melodic sound that almost sounded happy. Joyous.

“I fucked you senseless,” he preened like it was such an accomplishment.

“Do it again,” she teased.

“Don’t tempt me. You’re about to pass out. I need to take care of you first.”

He lifted her up and set her on the plush rug outside the shower. With a big, fluffy white towel he dried her off, taking care with the curls in her hair before wrapping her up like a burrito. After quickly toweling himself off and slinging it low across his hips, he hoisted her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom.

“Your bed?” she slurred.

“I almost lost you tonight, Wren. You can’t imagine I’m letting you sleep elsewhere.”

He pulled the covers back and set her down on the bed. Graves slipped her out of the towel and then pulled the sheets up. She was nearly asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Like he really had rendered her senseless. She snuggled down, inhaling the scent of leather and books and a hint of the clean laundry detergent.

She could vaguely sense that he was hanging the towels up, setting his phone to charge, and turning off the light before he crawled into bed behind her. He rolled into her, one arm falling across her chest and tugging her gently against him.

His warmth and scent and the feel of him all combined. She was sleepy, disoriented, and exhausted, but his cock was pressed against her ass, and maybe she had just enough sense left in her to take him one more time.

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