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“What…?” My heart skips a beat, fearing an attack, though my senses haven’t warned me of anything.
As if in answer, The Eldrystone lets out a dim glow, like a firefly blinking in and out.
“It seems we have been offered some much-needed privacy,” Rífíor says.
“So it seems.”
It’s as if Niamhara is pushing us closer.
He lifts my tunic over my head and discards it on the moss-covered ground. With expert fingers, he relieves me of my bidding and proceeds to kiss my breasts. I pant as a wave of ecstasy rolls over me. His tongue darts out, skimming over my nipple. I sink my fingernails into his shoulder, and he makes a sound of satisfied approval in the back of his throat.
What game is he playing? Does he think he’s the only one with power over me?
Hells no!
Gathering my will, I push him away. His dark eyes go wide. On impulse, I licked his neck, tracing a hot path to his stubbled jaw. At the same time, Iaccidentallyrub my forearm over his erection, making him moan.
“Oh, sorry,” I say, and in the same breath proceed to untie his pants. “It’s only fair given I’m topless.” I slap his hand away as he tries to palm my breast.
He opens his mouth to protest, but his words die a sudden death when I lower his pants, wrap both hands around his girth, and pump my hands downward.
“Fuck,” he groans.
He was hard before I wrapped my hands around him, but there’s no denying he’s growing even more.
Abruptly, he picks me off the ground and deposits me on a patch of soft moss. He tears my pants off, then using his knees, wretches my legs apart.
“So fucking delectable,” he says, then, in a quick assault, runs his tongue between my seams, tasting. He trails kisses up my stomach, pausing at the wound on my side.
“I am so glad you are all right,” he murmurs, kissing around the spot.
His voice thrums with unexpected fervor, but it’s not something I can deem real—not in a moment like this. He may just be glad he gets to fuck me. He continues kissing his way up until we’re face to face.
“This time,” he says, “I want to feel your tight heat around my cock.”
At first, his dirty talk alarms me, but then I realize it’s all part of the game, the excitement of it all. I may be inexperienced, but I’m a fast learner.
“I’m so wet for you,” I say in a sultry tone.
He seems to lose all control then, and pressing his tip to my entrance, he pushes in, letting out a moan that is met by my own whimper of pleasure. Slowly, he draws his hips back while I curve into him, eager for more. As he slams into me, I bury my face in his neck, fearing he will split me in two.
I feel every inch of him, gliding in and out, the ridge around the swollen head of his shaft rubbing me in just the right way with every thrust. Our bodies rock in unison at a perfect pace. I cry out as he pauses then slams into me again as if he can’t have enough. The exquisite sensation inside me is all-consuming.
Savoring the feel of his slick skin against mine, I cling to him like a lifeline until I climax violently. Moaning, I contract around his shaft, waves and waves of pleasure spiraling until I’m left limp and totally satiated in his arms.
He takes his pleasure a moment later, his face buried in my neck as he goes tense, muscles taut and trembling. There’s power in owning him like this. Because he can’t deny it. Right now, he’s utterly mine.
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VALERIA
“If you pronounce the words, the world will hold its breath. I will teach them to you, son, as you will soon take my place.”
Faolan Theric - King of Tirnanog - 1878 DV
Istand at the edge of the plaza, my head spinning and my body tingling all over.
Rífíor is walking away from me. He uses his wide shoulders to cut through the crowd. He’s gone off to find drinks. On the other side, there’s a cart selling orange juice. He offered to get me some, said I must be thirsty. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes gleam. Stranger yet, the ghost of a smile touches his lips. He looks so young, so content, and if I didn’t know better, I would say he’s eager to please me, eager to do something nice for me.
