Page 209 of Golden Queen
His knees pushed my legs apart. I had one fleeting moment of embarrassment about the blood from my courses, but then it was obliterated by the hard press of him spreading me apart as he thrust into me roughly.
"Mine, Sera," he growled as he seated himself again, driving me against the floor. My braid was caught beneath me so that my head was yanked back, my neck bared to him.
I felt his teeth against my flesh as his hips pounded against mine, building dark, endless heat deep inside me.
"Do you understand?" he ground out. He lifted me so that my braid came free as he forced my gaze to his with a hand on the back of my neck.
"Yes," I moaned as I reached for him, letting my nails scrape down his neck and across his chest.
"Then say it," he said, thrusting again, deeper, pressing me harder into the floor.
"I'm yours," I cried. I felt myself coming apart at the seams. I wanted him deeper, wanted more, wanted some fulfillment I couldn't reach. "Please," I begged.
"What, Sera?" he demanded, still holding my gaze, never stopping that maddening thrust of his powerful hips. "Tell me what you want,” he commanded.
I arched up against him, only then realizing I still held my sword as my fingers released the handle. I grasped his shoulders, pushing against him as hard as he pushed into me. "Harder," I begged. "Fuck me harder."
His dark chuckle was the only warning before he did.
He cradled the back of my head, cushioning it from the hard floor as he increased his pace, pounding into me with a roughness that sent a delicious deep ache through the very center of me.
I came apart around him quickly, screaming as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. My body jerked against him, shuddering as all my muscles contracted at the same time he roared his release. He held my hips off the floor, pressing me against him as he spilled himself inside me.
I gave myself only a moment to will my heartbeat back to normal before I pushed him away.
Surprised, he moved back, letting me slide from under him. I hardly noticed the small amount of blood that coated the length of him and my inner thighs as I rose.
My body still pulsed and ached with echoes of the pleasure that had just raced through me.
I leaned down to retrieve Sangui from where she was twisted up in my discarded shirt, and then I turned to leave. As I reached the two steps leading up to the doorway, I turned back to him with a sneer. "I don't belongto anyone! Especially not someone who never even had the balls to ask me to marry him!" I shouted.
I turned and marched away, not even bothering to collect my clothes, my boots, or my scabbard.
I was so angry! He had more than embarrassed me. He had tried to make me feel ashamed of my own body when I knew there wasn't a gods damned thing in the world to feel shame about.
There was no anger in me for what had come after. That had been as welcome as every other time he’d been inside me. It was just an interlude to the anger, though.
He had never made me feel a single moment of shame for the shape of my body. I hadn’t known how much I appreciated that until he undid it all with just a few jealous words.
I’d felt enough shame for my shape over the years. My body had developed early. People had been commenting on my chest and hips since I was barely thirteen.
Men gave me lascivious, appreciative looks. Women gave me disapproving ones, as though there was something I should have done to prevent the way I turned out.
I had long since come to terms with it—with the looks and the generous curves I’d been given, even if I did seek to hide them more often than not.
But his careless words brought all of it back. He made me feel like I did something wrong by being the shape I was and having the nerve to get sweaty.
They were only breasts! It was widely known that some women in Orin, influenced by the Alumbrians who were more than free with their assets, had taken to wearing only a waist trainer corset and a sheer, filmy wrap over their breasts. They even sometimes wore gems glued around their nipples.
In the same kingdom where courtiers adorned their chests with priceless jewels, that massive jerk was angry that my shirt had gotten a little sweaty!
I stalked to my own chambers, choosing the door on the right, the one that I had never so much as opened. I slammed it behind me as hard as I could.
I was surprised to find the driftwood chest containing my armor scooted up against the end of the bed.
I hardly gave it any thought as I paced through the room. I wanted to cut into him just a little—the same way I had cut into that canvas training dummy.
I started to wish he would come to the door, so that I could tell him exactly what I thought of how he was treating me. I was so angry, I wanted to punch him in his stupid, fucking face.
