Page 87 of Of Kings and Thieves

I sighed and reached for our connection, craving even a glimpse of Col to ease the ache inside me. At first, there was only silence. Then a flare of warmth ignited in my mind, and Col’s gravelly voice rumbled through our bond. Good morning, my love.

A smile tugged at my lips. Morning. I sent him the memory of my dream in a rush of sensation—the feel of his body on mine, his tongue between my legs, the delicious stretch of him entering me for the first time.

A growl came through our connection, laced with longing. Fuck, Samara. You’re going to kill me.

I sincerely hope not.

If you wake me like that again, you will.

I miss you. Miss your touch, your taste… everything.

And I you. His tone turned husky. If I were there, I’d have you bent over and begging for my cock before the sun rose higher in the sky.

Heat flooded my cheeks even as desire coiled in my belly. Promise?

You doubt my word? Amusement laced his voice. I’d have your pretty ass in the air while I tasted your cunt from behind until you screamed my name. Then I’d bury myself inside you so deep you’d feel me for days afterward.

My breaths came faster as I imagined the scene, and I slid a hand between my legs with a groan.

Take off your clothes, Col commanded, his voice rough with need. I want to see your body, imagine it’s my hands roaming your soft skin instead of your own. Let me feel everything you do through the bond.

I stripped without hesitation, my nipples peaking as the cool air hit my bare flesh.

I’m naked.

You are beautiful. Now, lie back against the pillows.

I did as he said, fingers trailing down my neck to cup my breasts.

Touch your nipples, came Col’s order, as sharp as the edge of a knife. Pinch and roll them between your fingers like I do. Hard enough to hurt, but not too hard.

A jolt went straight to my core as I pinched my nipples, a spark of pain mixing with pleasure as I imagined his larger, calloused hands on me instead.

Do you feel me? His voice was a dark caress, as intimate as a physical touch. Do you feel my mouth closing over one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak?

Yes, I breathed, back arching off the bed as I squeezed harder. My entire body throbbed with need.

Touch yourself for me, he rasped. Pretend it’s my fingers stroking your sweet cunt, getting you ready to take my cock…

I whimpered, sliding two fingers through my wetness. It’s not the same.

No, but it will have to do for now. His voice was strained. Find that spot inside you, the one that makes you see stars when I pound it. Rub it until you’re shaking and begging to come.

My fingers danced over my clit, then dipped lower to slide inside. I curled them upward, searching for that sensitive bundle of nerves, and cried out when I found it. There, Col. Oh shit, right there.

That’s it, he groaned. Imagine it’s me, Samara. My cock stretching you wide, hitting that spot over and over until your pleasure builds and builds. His ragged breaths came through our connection as I started to move my fingers. Fuck yourself on your fingers and pretend it’s me.

I rubbed furiously, chasing the climax he demanded. It rose swiftly, fueled by his gravelly commands and the image of him above me, inside me.

So wet and tight, he rasped.

My breathing hitched, walls fluttering around my fingers.

Come for me, he ordered, the words almost a snarl. Let go and come on my cock.

“Col!” I shouted audibly as I came, back arching off the bed. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over me, so intense I saw stars behind my eyes.

When the last tremors had faded, I lay panting. Was that satisfactory, my king?

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