Page 69 of The Nightbound Soldier

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NOTTUZA

The princess’s uneven breathing tickles my neck as she looks up at me with the blue eyes a fairy simply can’t possess. I know this because Br’ar’s eyes are said to resemble the moving seas, and she, much like Fleur, seduced males with a single look.

If she sang, they were doomed.

Until she fell in love with the male who broke her heart.

I wonder when I will break Fleur’s. Perhaps tonight or tomorrow morning, when she realizes what’s happened in this court. For now, I simply wish to enjoy her attentions, especially the attention of her fine pussy that keeps milking my shaft even though I’ve come already. Her channel doesn’t let my shaft rest, but holds it in its grip while Fleur politely asks for more.

I release her hands and, still holding her against me, move us onto her bed, where I remain between her thighs.

Fleur reaches for my hair band, but I snatch her wrists and force them above her head.

“Let your hair down, General.”

The message that I should relax doesn’t escape me. “I don’t think so.”

“Let me touch you. You touch me plenty.” She pouts.

I squeeze her bottom and kiss her pouty mouth. As I start moving inside her again, her heartbeat picks up and starts thudding in my ears. The noise feels strange, probably because we’re connected with our bodies. It’s almost as if I hear her heart beating inside my chest.

I’ve not heard a beating heart inside my body since my notturno life started. It’s slightly alarming. But also new and different, and the kind of excitement I could get used to.

I could also get used to her warmth, her curves, her bottom, her breasts, even her soft cheeks that I like kissing occasionally. Not more than I like kissing her mouth. Or her moist pussy.

“You’re cute. I wish to savor you.” For longer than one night, I add in my head.

“I will make you a deal.”

I stop moving inside her and prop up on my elbows.

Under me, she lifts her hips, protesting my stopping and burying me inside her to the hilt.

My eyes almost roll to the back of my head. “Anything you want.” The moment it comes out of my mouth, I pinch my lips. “Fleur, no magic.” She’s trying to manipulate me.

“Gah, how can you resist?”

I peck her lips. “I’m annoying that way. The deal?”

I’m sure Fleur excels at negotiating agreements in her favor. Which I find challenging while buried inside her warm channel. Having her under me means I have little to no care in the world if the deal she wants will be to my disadvantage. I only want whatever she wants.

I growl. “No magic.”

She giggles, clearly enjoying herself. “Tell me how you can resist.”

“I just can. What’s the deal?”

“I will tell you where the male got the dagger from”—she pauses when she senses my body going taut—“if you let me touch you.”

“You will tell me where the dagger comes from anyway.”

“I would, yes, but you’ve given me little to hold on to, and I desperately want to hold on to more. Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?”

“What’s happening to me.”

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