Page 62 of Severed Heir

My Serpent.

I skimmed his belt buckle, but he snapped my hands away. “We shouldn’t.”

“We shouldn’t,” I echoed, raising my voice an octave—daring him.

His chest pressed to mine, his knees pinned to either side of my hips. There was a moment, one breath, one heartbeat, where we both hesitated in the middle of our worst decision.

But the night didn’t fear us. The shadows were the only witnesses. And I’d long known most things delicate die without light.

I laid my hand flat on his chest and couldn’t help but notice the hard bulge growing in his slacks. I spread my knees, fully aware I wasn’t wearing anything beneath these pajamas.

“You can either fuck me or leave this bedroom. It won’t mean anything,” I said.

“Good girls don’t lie.”

“Then punish me.”

He tore my bottoms off with a shadowed force. His fingers dipped between my thighs and slid inside my folds, then he thrusted slowly. “You are devious, Severyn,” he purred, slipping a second in and curling. “And so fucking wet for me.”

“Devious?”

“Yes.”

Then he teased my clit at the same time, slowly unraveling whatever sense I had until it vanished into pleasure.

“Perhaps I’ll make this torturously slow,” he whispered. “Slow down midnight itself. Trap you in an endless night of pleasure until you hate me for it.”

The way he stroked my clit, knowing my body was singing through the bond, only made him more frenzied. He slowed just as I was about to climax, and suddenly I was grinding my hips into his hand.

He dragged his bottoms off, spreading my legs and staring down at my bare sex as if considering resisting.

I went to touch his shaft, but he pinned my arms back. “No. I want you to feel pleasure first,” he growled into my ear, nipping at my lobe.

Then his hard cock was nested between my folds, the head of it slowly stretching my entrance until I was begging for more.

“I want you… in me,” I said.

He shook his head before he lowered his lips, kissing the entirety of my flesh. “Not yet. I want to savor you. Taste you.”He went all the way down my body, every single part of me had been touched by him.

“I’ve never—”

Then his tongue slipped between my wet folds, licking and sucking. “I plan to haunt you, Severyn,” he whispered. “Fuck you until you no longer see light.”

Between his swirling tongue and thrusting fingers, I was a blur of indescribable desire, tethering on the edge of rebellion.

I cried as my stomach muscles clenched, the walls of my sex quivering around his lips and fingers. I had a moment to catch my breath before he went above and flipped me onto my stomach, then inserted his fingers again and again, until my desire was dripping down my inner thighs.

“I need more,” I said, feeling empty once his fingers left.

“When was the last time you took mycris?” he asked. “Has it been over three months?”

“An aide at the king’s estate gave me some,” I said. “I’m protected.”

I’d made sure of it. Archer didn’t want children, and I sure as hell wasn’t ready for that.

He moaned. “Good, because I’m going to fill you until I am dripping down your thighs.”

I bit into the ruffled pillow as he entered me, his thrusts slow and deliberate, one hand holding my spine against his chest.

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