Page 44 of Of Kings and Thieves

“Because it’s not nice.”

Col quirked an eyebrow at me, his gaze locking onto my lips. “You like it when I order you around.”

“I do no—”

The rough bark bit into my back as he leaned in to claim my mouth, his lips hot and insistent against mine.

The kiss was fierce, desperate, our mingled breaths coming in ragged gasps. He pressed his body against mine, his arousal a hard ridge against my thigh. It was as if the dam holding back all our pent-up emotions had finally burst, filling the night with a raw energy that demanded release.

“Please, I need you,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair as I pulled him closer.

I didn’t even check to see if Magnus and Killian had left. I didn’t care.

“Samara,” Col groaned, his voice rough with desire. We hadn’t had sex in days because he kept insisting that I get some sleep.

I stood on my tiptoes and arched my body fully into his. “Fuck me.”

With a growl, he yanked the fabric of my shirt and camisole up over my breasts, exposing my naked flesh to the cold night air. His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding as he claimed every inch of me for his own.

His lips found my nipples, his teeth raking over them and making me gasp.

The coarse bark scraped against my back, but the pain only served to heighten my pleasure, amplifying the intensity of our connection.

Col’s breath was hot against my ear as he lost himself in the moment. He devoured my skin with feverish kisses and desperate nips, leaving behind a trail of bruising love bites.

Within moments, my pants and underthings were around one ankle. I tried to free Col’s cock, but he took both my wrists and pinned them to the tree above my head. With his free hand, he slid a finger through my slit, feeling how ready I was.

I was very ready.

“Fuck,” he said, his breath hot against my neck. “I need to be inside you.”

My hips bucked against him, needing more, urging him on. He freed himself, his dick hot and hard against my stomach.

Col let go of my wrists and hooked an arm behind each knee, lifting me so that my hips were even with his, my legs were spread wide, and my back was supported by the tree. My breath hitched as I put my hands on his shoulders for balance.

With an agonizingly slow movement, he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, moving his hips so that he stroked me up and down.

I watched his eyes darken and his breath catch in his chest and he pushed just the tip into me. My eyes fluttered close at the initial stretch.

“Look at me,” he commanded hoarsely, and I did. “I’m going to make you come on my cock, and you’re going to watch.”

“So demanding,” I panted.

He pulled out of me, and I groaned with the loss.

“Do you understand?” he growled. “I want you to watch.”

Swallowing the shyness that suddenly threatened to overwhelm me, I nodded.

Adjusting his grip on me, Col moved so that he was again positioned at my entrance, but he waited until I looked down between us. The light of the nearly full moon was just enough that I could see where our bodies touched, and the slight glisten of moisture on the head of his cock.

“Guide me into your cunt,” he commanded in that deep voice that brooked no argument.

I dug my nails into his skin, trying to pull him toward me, to impale myself on his length.

He resisted, holding back. “Guide me in,” he insisted.

I swallowed, then reached down between us, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I let go, but he didn’t move.

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