Page 208 of The Robin on the Oak Throne

She had to clench her entire body to keep from jumping at the touch. But she couldn’t stop her reaction. There was something heady about him touching her with it. The dangerous thing as if they couldn’t both kill her. As if she didn’t want him to keep going.

The metal pressed against her sensitive clit, and she gasped as the friction hit her in all the right places. Thenerves sparking to life at the fact that he was even doing it. He curled his fingers in at the same moment he moved the gun against her most exposed spot.

“Fuck,” she cried as the orgasm hit her unexpectedly.

“Fuck,” Graves echoed as he discarded the gun and stood.

“More,” she pleaded.

He unfastened his pants and let them fall to the ground. His cock strained against the fabric of his underwear, and she sat up on one elbow to reach for him. He grasped her wrist tightly in his hand as he let his cock spring free. Then he wrapped her hand around his shaft.

“Oh, you’re so big,” she whispered at the hard feel of him. She shot him a dirty smirk. “Was it the gun?”

“The thought of killing for you,” he promised.

“Kill me instead,” she pleaded, angling his cock to line it up with her body. “Kill me like this.”

At the first touch of him against her, they both groaned. She didn’t know how they’d held out this long as it was. She had been ready to ride him the minute he’d seen into her mind. She just needed completion to consummate the match.

As he slid home, it all came together. Their bodies perfectly aligned, along with their hearts.

She looked up into his face and saw none of the danger always lurking at the edges, only desire. His hands gripped her hips as he started a rhythm. In and out. Her hand still lingered between them, feeling the slippery wetness as he pushed inside her body. The tightness as he stretched her fully. Feelinghim.And she wanted more.

Her finger touched her clit, circling it as he thrust into her, the movements barely restrained. Their eyes locked.She was already on the edge and wanted him to come over with her. She was going to have to stop touching herself or it’d all happen too fast.

“Don’t stop,” he said, still reading her thoughts. “Come for me.”

At his words and the hard slam of his body and their ritual joining, she unleashed. Roaring into the stillness of his office. With her still clenching around his cock, he hoisted her up and into his arms, kicked open the door that led into his bedroom, and then dropped her into the middle of the comforter. After shucking off the rest of his clothes, he crawled in after her.

“Say it again.”

“What would you like me to say?” she asked as he caged her in against the pillows.

“You know.”

“I love you,” she breathed.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

His head dipped into her neck, kissing down her clavicle and to her breasts. He released them from her bra as he said, “Again.”

She said it into his mind this time:“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

His smile was the first cool dip of winter chill. A promise of the change of seasons. A hope for hibernation and relaxation before coming out of the dark. It was sunshine on fresh snow. The whip of a cool breeze in her hair. He was her winter god, and she’d worship at the altar until the end of days.

He lifted her up and flipped her on top of him. “Rideme.”

She wiggled her hips against his lengthening cock and then slipped onto him, inch by delicious inch. When she was fully seated, her head fell back with a moan.

“Dear God,” she groaned. “You feel incredible.”

“I could live like this forever,” he said by way of agreement.

She leaned her hands against his chest and slowly rocked her hips forward and back. His fingers inched higher up her thighs until they landed on her hips, taking her weight and increasing the tempo. Panting like she’d run a race, she bounced atop him. His cock burying deeper and deeper with each thrust. Until she once again felt so close that she might fall apart.

Sensing that, Graves flipped her over again and drove in at a quicker tempo.

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