Page 67 of House of Serpents and Slaves

“Will you come back again?” he asked after a few moments.

“Of course, I’ll need to change your dressing another couple of times before-”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said softly.

I sighed, realizing only now how late it was. The guards could come back at any moment, and I needed to get back to my room. I really didn’t want to leave though. I shifted slightly, wincing as I felt him slip out of me. The loss of him left me feeling strangely empty. I adjusted my shift as I stood, feeling the warmth of him on my thighs. My legs felt weak, and I had to steady myself against the wall for a moment. Tarshi watched me, concern etched on his face.

"You didn't answer my question," he said softly. "Will you come back? Like this, I mean."

I hesitated, knowing I should say no. It was too dangerous, too reckless. But the thought of never feeling his touch again, never seeing that look of wonder in his eyes... it was unbearable.

"I shouldn't," I whispered, kneeling beside him. "It's not safe for either of us."

"I know the risks," he interrupted. "But I also know that I've never felt anything like this before. Please, Livia. Even if it's just once more. You haven’t even left, and I already need you again."

I glanced down, and my eyes widened at the confirmation of his words. I looked up at him.

“Already?”

He grinned, but I could still see the seriousness behind his eyes. “You’re like an addiction,” he said softly. “One taste isn’t enough. I need more.”

He reached down, lifting my shift and slid his hand up my thigh. I shivered at his touch.

“Tarshi, I need to go,” I said, gasping as his fingers slipped between my legs.

“I know,” he said, but he didn’t stop. I moaned quietly as he slid two fingers inside me, parting my legs for him.

“So warm and slippery,” he murmured. “So perfect…”

The rational part of my mind screamed at me to leave, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.

"Tarshi," I breathed, "we can't... the guards..."

"Just a little longer," he pleaded, his thumb finding my clit. "I want to feel you come apart again."

I whimpered, torn between desire and fear. His fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars. I found myself rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure he offered, crying softly when he withdrew.

"On your hands and knees," he commanded softly. "Please, Livia. Let me have you one more time."

Against my better judgment, I complied, turning and positioning myself before him. I felt his hands on my hips, then the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance. He slid in easier this time, my body still slick from our previous coupling.

"Gods," he groaned, gripping my hips tightly. "You feel even better like this."

Tarshi's hands gripped my hips firmly as he began to move, setting a slow but deep rhythm that had me gasping with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper inside me, hitting spots that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I nodded frantically, unable to form words as he filled me so completely. The rational part of my mind screamed that we were being reckless, that we needed to stop, but my body craved more. I pushed back against him, taking him even deeper.

Tarshi groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Livia," he breathed, "you're incredible. I never want this to end."

His words sent a pang through my heart. I knew this couldn't last, that we were living on borrowed time, but in this moment, I wanted to believe it could be real.

"Harder," I pleaded, needing to feel every inch of him. "Please, Tarshi."

He complied, increasing his pace and the force of his thrusts, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Tarshi leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back as he continued to drive into me. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the small space, and I prayed to every god I knew that the guards wouldn't choose this moment to make their rounds. The danger only seemed to heighten my arousal, and I found myself pushing back against him, matching his rhythm.

Tarshi's hand slid around to my front, his fingers sliding over my skin. I reached back, guiding him to my clit and then moaned as he began to work it gently.

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