Page 127 of Poisoned Kingdom
My walls clenched around him, and I watched his jaw go rigid, the struggle evident in every line of his body. His breath escaped in shallow pants, but he refused to move until I started begging again, grabbing his hips and dragging myself onto his cock. I didn’t care that it was awkward, only that it felt good.
‘You’re driving me crazy, Viper,’ he said, finally beginning to move. ‘How can someone be this perfect?’
He rocked into me—deep and hard—making me cry out.
‘Fuck, Sanika . . . I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.’
Reaching towards his discarded clothes, he retrieved a dagger and set it beside me. His gaze met mine, blazing with intensity.
‘Stab me if you need to,’ he rasped. ‘Because I’m going to fuck the soul out of you.’
I nodded, lifting my hips to meet his, tilting the angle to take more of him. His wild roar echoed through the room, and Reynard unleashed his beast.
I felt himeverywhere.
His hands branded my skin. His mouth left trails of fire. His teeth grazed sensitive places, and his fingers mapped the curves of my body with reverence and raw need. I came. Then I came again—screaming his name, writhing beneath him—but still he didn’t stop.
He pounded into me with primal power, sweat glistening on his chest, each thrust stealing my breath. The room blurred and sound narrowed to his groans, my cries, the frantic rhythm of our bodies colliding.
His cock swelled inside me as his hands fisted the sheets. ‘Sanika!’ he snarled, hips jerking as he spilled into me—hot and deep, his body shuddering above mine.
That final thrust pushed me over the edge again. The world detonated in stars behind my eyelids, my body convulsing in total, uncontrollable bliss. When I could breathe again, I found myself wrapped in his arms, my trembling body draped over his.
He rolled us onto our sides, keeping me close, pulling me to his chest like I was something precious. He didn’t speak, just kissed me—softly, gently—before reaching for the covers and tucking them around us. The warmth of his skin, the weight of his arms, the rise and fall of his chest—thiswas the peace I hadn’t known I needed.
‘Oh gods above and below . . .’ I breathed, voice hoarse with satisfaction. ‘That was . . . something.’
I chuckled weakly, even as the cooling mess between my thighs made me shiver. Rey wrapped himself tighter around me and bent to kiss my temple.
‘It was,’ he said, exhaling against my skin. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.’ He grinned, pulling the ribbon from my hair to release the tangled braid into a spill of golden waves.
I loved that smile. It softened his face, soothing the harsh angle of his jaw. I reached up, tracing it with my finger, letting my thumb stroke his lower lip. He caught it, sucking gently, making me laugh.
‘You’re impossible,’ I sighed, nuzzling against his chest.
I found the perfect spot, tucked above his heart, and settled there. His hand stroked lazily up and down my spine, and I hummed in contentment, fingers curling in the soft hair on his chest. My berserker was falling asleep, but my mind had just awakened. As the haze of pleasure receded, reality seeped in like a slow tide. The fragility of what we had—the risks, the impossibility of forever—wrapped around me like a second skin.
Still, I didn’t regret a thing.
‘I’ll be by your side for as long as the world allows,’ I whispered, kissing my sleepy king who, despite being mine, could never fully belong to me.
Chapter 45
Roksana
Iwoke to find myself wrapped around Rey so completely that it looked like I was climbing him like a bloody tree. He was fast asleep, nose buried in my hair, one large hand possessively cupping my rear. With a roll of my eyes, I attempted to wriggle free—only for the randy sod to crack his eye open and tighten his grip.
‘Sanika, where are you going?’ His voice was husky with sleep, but his gaze sharpened, sweeping the room with sudden alertness.
I sighed theatrically and leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead, my other hand reaching for his discarded shirt at theedge of the bed. Luckily, it was large enough to fall to mid-thigh on me.
‘No man should ask where a woman goes first thing in the morning,’ I said, shrugging into it. The smile returned to his face, and he pulled me back, smacking my naked rump.
‘Fair enough, little Viper. But be quick about it. There’s a particular kind of . . . agony men wake up with, and your presence might be quite helpful.’ He arched a brow and tilted his head towards the obvious tent in the blankets.
‘You don’t need me, you need a handmaiden,’ I shot back, laughing as I ducked the pillow he tossed. ‘I won’t be long. Unless they make me beg to get my dress back. I need to go home, and since you tore the only thing I had on . . .’
I darted from the room, nearly startling the guard into drawing his sword when I asked him to send for the servants to return my clothes. Then I dashed off to the privy, where I washed up quickly, eager to return and help Rey with his so-called affliction.
