Page 104 of Of Kings and Thieves

“My greedy little queen,” he said, running a hand over the curve of my rear. “Your cunt is begging to be fucked again.”

His fingers dipped lower, teasing at my entrance, still slick from the sword. I took in a deep breath as I felt Col’s hands on my back and buttocks, moving in circles and exploring every inch of me. He moved lower and let his fingertips drift around to cup my most sensitive area before dipping his thumb in and out teasingly.

My hips bucked off the table instinctively as pleasure built up more and more inside me until I could hardly take it anymore. I just wanted him to fuck me already. As if he read my mind—and maybe he had through our bond—Col positioned himself behind me, and I felt the blunt head of his cock nudging at my folds.

“Fuck,” I moaned, feeling a surge of arousal at the thought of him taking me like this.

With one hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside me to the hilt.

I cried out, the new angle and depth overwhelming my senses. Col gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he began to move. Each stroke ignited sparks behind my eyes, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me and sending jolts of ecstasy radiating through my body.

I moaned loudly as heat flooded through me, pulsing along with every motion.

“So soft and tight...” he said with a groan. “I’m going to fuck you until you can barely stand.”

Grabbing my hips, he drove into me, pushing himself deeper inside of me with each stroke. My breathing became ragged once again, and a flood of warmth gathered between my legs as Col continued to move in and out of me. He was hitting all the right spots, driving my arousal higher until I thought I’d break apart with it.

He pushed into me, hard, his shaft filling me completely before pulling back almost completely and then thrusting again with even more force.

I gasped as my orgasm hit me like a wave, almost causing me to pass out from the sheer intensity of it. He pounded into me relentlessly, as if trying to claim me, mark me, make me forever his. I was dizzy with it, nerves alight and body thrumming with pleasure. When his hand slipped between my legs to circle my clit, I shattered around him again.

With a guttural cry, Col shuddered. Leaning over me, he groaned against my neck as he filled me with his warm cum, the sensations intensifying my pleasure even further.

When we had both ridden out our orgasms until we had nothing left, Col untied the ropes that had been binding me to the table and gently pulled me up into his arms. He held me close against his chest as I felt a flood of emotions wash over me.

“Say it again,” he murmured against my hair.

I didn’t have to ask what he meant. “I love you.”

The tenderness of his embrace made my heart swell with love for him, and I knew that this man would do anything for me. We lay down on the table, his cloak pulled over us, our faces only inches apart.

He looked deep into my eyes, as if searching for something he could never put into words. He stroked my hair gently, pushing it out of my face. “I love you, too. More than I could tell you in a hundred lifetimes.”

Feeling sated and alive, I nestled under his chin and told him how much he meant to me, how safe he made me feel, and how much I loved him.

We stayed there for a long while, basking in the afterglow. Eventually I propped myself up on an elbow to look at him. “You called me your queen earlier.”

A flush crept up Col’s neck. “Did I?”

I traced a finger along his collarbone. “You did.”

Col cleared his throat and gave me a wry smile. “I suppose I got a bit carried away. But you did say that once we were through all this, you would think about it—”

“I don’t mind,” I said quickly. “In fact, I quite like the sound of it.”

His eyes snapped to mine, gaze searching. “Truly?”

I kissed the corner of his mouth. “Truly. I would be honored to stand by your side as your queen.”

Joy lit Col’s face, and he surged up to capture my lips in a searing kiss. When we parted, he rested his forehead against mine. “You have made me the happiest man, Samara. My love for you is eternal, as is my devotion to you as my queen.”

My heart swelled until I thought it might burst. We had come so far, survived so much, all to find our way here, to this moment of pure bliss.

“And I love you with all that I am,” I said. “Today, tomorrow, and forever. My king, my heart, my everything.”

I cupped his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “You’re mine, Andris, son of Edric, King of Iron Deep. No force on earth or under it could tear you from me now.”

“Nor you from me, my heart,” Col vowed.

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