Page 53 of A Crown Without Mercy

Kieran slid his fingers into her soft opening. “Is this what you want, darling?”

“Yes.” She gasped.

He crawled down her body, dropped his head between her legs, pushed her thighs apart, and teased her sex with his mouth and flickering tongue.

She looked at Nicolai, who bent over and plunged his tongue back into her mouth. He then

straddled her, and she slid her tongue along his vein and nipped his tip.

Nicolai flinched in response, placed one hand on the headboard, and grabbed her head with the other. “Goddamn, that turns me on.”

Kieran sucked her sex harder, plunged his fingers deeper, and felt her body clench around them.

Oh my god,she said to herself.

“Flip her,” Kieran growled.

Nicolai pulled his cock from her mouth, rolled over, pulled her on top of his body, and pushed her down.

Kieran raised her hips and forcefully shoved himself inside her. “Damn, Kieran, be careful.”

“Nothing compares to the way your body squeezes my cock.” He gently patted her ass. “Relax, it won’t hurt as bad,” he whispered.

The sharp pains from Kieran’s shaft stretching her body soon succumbed to the pleasure.

“Take it deeper,” Nicolai rumbled.

Unable to speak with his cock in her mouth she replied telepathically.“You’re going to choke me.”

“So you can speak telepathically?”

“Yes,”she replied.

“Good to know.”Kieran smirked.

She soon felt Nicolai’s cock pulsing; he let out a throaty moan and released himself. After a few breathless minutes, he pulled his shaft from her mouth and fell onto his back next to her.

Kieran crawled up her body, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his back, and with a forceful thrust followed by another, and then another, he brought them both the pleasure of another release.

She ran her hands over his ass, up the curve in his lower back and gently glided her fingers over the scar, and his body flinched in response. “Be careful, darling.”

“I’m so sorry. Does it still hurt?” she asked.

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t know. The pain is always there, but it’s tolerable. I was struck with a Faye’s dagger long ago. Their magic is powerful, and it has never healed properly,” he replied.

“Is that the reason you wear loose tunics—or none at all?”

“Yes.” He rested his heavy body on hers and stared into her eyes.

“We have yet to find a cure,” Nicolai added.

“That’s awful. I’m sorry,” Sylvana whispered.

“It’s fine and we have more important things on our mind,” Kieran said.

“Like what?” she asked.

Kieran placed a soft kiss on her lips. “You are ours, say it.”

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