Page 109 of Throne of Dreams
“Oh, forgive me, my lord.” Her breath coated his sensitive flesh and he throbbed, damn near burned for her. “I didn’t mean to tease. Let me try again.”
She took him, all of him, into her mouth, and Tiernan’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Fuck.
Her tongue glided and swirled around his cock, sucking, taking him all the way to the hilt. His hips bucked of their own accord, but she didn’t falter. She continued to lick and taste, drawing him deep into her throat. He knew her eyes likely burned with the threat of tears; sucking his dick was…intimidating. But she grabbed his waist, digging her fingernails into his skin, and held on. Her beautiful head bobbed up and down, and he coiled one fist into her hair, driving himself deeper with each thrust as he fucked her pretty pink mouth.
Gods, he was going to lose it. He was going to erupt inside her, and he knew she’d take every last drop of him.
But he refused to let it happen.
Under no circumstances would he ever find release before her.
As much as it pained him to do so, he clasped her shoulders and pulled out of her mouth.
Maeve blinked up at him, lashes damp. “Is everything alright?”
“Fucking perfect.” He glamoured away their clothing, so they were nothing but flesh upon heated flesh. “So fucking perfect.”
In one swift movement, he lifted her off him, so she lay flat on her stomach in the grass beside him. Her back dipped when she attempted to push herself off the ground, displaying the tempting curve of her ass.
“Tiernan, what—”
But he was already moving behind her, bracing himself on his knees. He snared her hips with both hands, jerking them upward to meet him. She gasped, and his palm slid around her, to the smooth planes of her stomach. Gradually, he moved them even lower until he plunged two fingers inside the sweet folds of her center, moving them in and out quickly, driving her closer to the edge.
She tossed her head back and cried out. Then she was panting, and she arched her back, urging him to continue. “Oh, gods.”
“No gods would dare answer your plea here, High Princess. Only me.” Removing his fingers, he spread her legs wide, and plunged his cock deep into the folds of her slick cunt.
“Yes,” she gasped.
Holding onto her hips, he thrust himself into her, over and over. Her fingers threaded through the grass, her nails pulling the blades up from their roots. Her cries for more echoed in his mind; her thoughts were a storm of desperation and pleasure. Goddess above, he wished he had a fucking mirror. What he wouldn’t give to watch her pant out his name. To see her eyes glaze with lust. To admire the way her full breasts swung back and forth while her nipples formed into delectable little peaks.
She clenched around him, the sensation maddening, as her wetness soaked every inch of him. His cock bulged, swelled with the need for release. But not yet.
Her first.
She would always come first.
Tiernan reached around her hips and pressed one finger hard against Maeve’s swollen clit, and she screamed his name. Her body jerked and tightened, dragging him over the ledge. Fire sparked. Cool rain began to fall. And the deafening crash of thunder sounded above them as the orgasm ripped through him and he finally poured himself into her.
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Maeve didn’t rememberfadingbackto the palace.
But there she was, in Tiernan’s bed, sated and overcome with a feeling of everlasting bliss.
She thought he offered her food, some of those pumpkin tarts she loved so much. Maybe even some wine. But the pull of sleep called to her, beckoning her like an old friend.
Without a fight, she caved, and tumbled into a world without dreams or nightmares.
In some hazy corner of her subconscious, she knew she was preparing for what would come next. For what they would face together. The unknown. A sinister kind of evil. A place to which she never thought she would return.
In the morning, they were going to Kells.
ChapterThirty-Two
Sleep was impossible for Tiernan.
