Page 60 of Coveted

Her head was thrown back, spine arched in a way that thrust her breast high, and every muscle in her body was pulled tight. His thumb kept moving along her opening, but he waited until she raised her head and looked at him, pupils blown wide in her green eyes, before he dipped his head and sucked her little nub between his lips as he pushed his thumb inside.

Alana shattered, cry piercing the air as she rocked on the table, trying to ride his face. Slick gushed over his hand as he moved his thumb inside her, her channel trying to suck it in deeper, and he groaned into her flesh.

She writhed and bucked, drenching him in her fluids, the first dish falling off the opposite side of the table as he sucked harder. He kept going until the pulses inside her slowed, the trembling of her limbs easing as she pulled in a deep breath, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Standing, the towel fell from his hips, leaving him bare to her gaze as Alana opened her eyes to stare at him. His hands were still on her thighs, keeping her spread, and he felt them tense beneath his palms.

“I won’t lie and say it’s not going to hurt a little.”

Those green orbs rolled up to his face. Her lips were parted, her skin flushed pink, and he leaned in to kiss her as he stepped closer and used one hand to notch himself at her entrance.

“I’ll go as slow as I can,” he whispered into her ear when their kiss ended.

He slid his palms around to grip her ass as he applied pressure, making sure she stayed in place. Her hands were on his shoulders, holding onto him as she looked down again to where he was sheathing himself inside her. He wanted to see her face, but the knowledge that she was watching him enter her was enough to make his knot tingle, threatening to swell too early.

The wet heat of her covered his tip, making him groan as she let out a whine. Without seeing her face he couldn’t tell if he was hurting her too much, but her hands seemed to pull on him, her legs squeezing around him.

Sliding one hand back down her thigh, he wrapped it behind her knee, hitching her leg higher and giving himself more room. She gasped and let out a hiss as he sank deeper, but she peppered his chest with little kisses before tipping her head back to meet his gaze.

“Too much?”

It would be torture to stop, but he gritted his teeth and swore to himself he would if she said yes.

The breath he’d held left him in a rush when she shook her head, small hands wrapping behind his neck and pulling on him.

“More.”

The single word hand his hands tightening on her flesh, the urge to buck himself into her making his hips jerk without hisconsent, but he stopped before he bottomed out. They were both panting, moans and whines falling from Alana’s parted lips encouraging him to keep going even as she tried to wiggle herself further onto him.

“Please, Vax. Just do it.”

He growled, fingers flexing as he debated. He didn’t want to hurt her, but sometimes getting it over with was the best way. Half his length was still exposed, but her channel sucked at him, trying to pull him deeper with each rippling clench.

Taking hold of her hips, the low growl coming from his chest grew as he yanked her down his shaft. Alana cried out, nails digging into his nape as her whole body tightened. She was only still for a moment before she began rocking, grinding against him and stimulating his growing knot.

“Move. Please move. I need more.”

Her begging had his balls drawing up, ready to spill their load already.

Nudging the tray behind her, he knocked off more dishes, but he didn’t care. He used one hand to peel hers from the back of his neck, urging her to lean back.

“Hold on tight.”

It was the only warning he gave. As soon as her hands were braced on the table, he pulled his hips back and slammed forward.

Alana cried out, upper body dropping to her elbows, but her face showed it wasn’t from pain. Dragging his length out almost to the tip, her back arched as he sheathed himself again.

“Is this what you want? You want my cock sliding in and out of your pussy until you come all over it?”

Her body trembled in his grip, but her heels were on his ass, urging him faster as she nodded. Her muscles were drawing tight again like she was already on the edge, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back when she exploded.

Lifting her bottom from the table, he pulled her down his length over and over, working faster as her cries grew louder. Her breasts bounced each time their hips met, his eyes darting between them and her face, watching the ecstasy written on her features, and he wished again he’d stopped to take her dress off. He swore he’d have her completely bare next time so he could worship her the way she deserved.

Alana’s hands still gripped the sides of the table, the entire thing rocking as he fucked her. There was nothing left on its surface but her, and a savage pride filled him. There would be a mess on the floor that some poor servant would have to clean, and he’d make sure they knew how it happened. There was no faster way to spread the word that Alana was his than servant gossip. There could be no doubt in anyone’s head when the other Chancellor’s arrived.

Snarling, he hooked his arms under her knees before sliding his hands around her waist. He leaned forward over her, almost folding her in half as he lost control and pummeled into her. She gave up trying to brace herself on the table, hands returning to his back to clench and claw at his flesh, driving him on. Her body stiffened more and more until he dipped his head and raked his teeth down the side of her neck, sucking on the place where it met her shoulder.

Alana screamed and thrashed beneath him, her channel clenching his cock and forcing his knot to bloom. With one last thrust he locked it behind her public bone, his own release rushing through him.

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