FuckingFates,this position felt good. It gave me just enough freedom to position my hips just so, ensuring every delicious thrust hit the right spot that sent my eyes rolling toward the back of my head.
“That’s what I thought,” he replied, placing physical emphasis on the last word.
I continued to writhe against him, hips bucking, calves tensing against the back of his thighs, clutching at him with encouragement and eager persuasion.Harder. Slower. Deeper.I wanted as much of that man inside me as humanly possible as I tensed and tightened.
“Fates, Arken,” Kieran rasped as he attempted to pull himself back, just for me to shove my hips back down with force.
“Harder,” I snarled, baring my fangs in a way that only he ever got to see.
Suddenly, Kieran’s hand shot out, gripping me by the jaw. The pressure of his calloused fingertips against my pulse point offered divine breathlessness as he gave me what I asked for, fucking me hard and slow.
“So fucking desperate,” he growled back. “So hungry for every inch of me.”
There was no denying that.
“Yes,” I panted. “All of it. All of you. Please.”
“Take what you need, Little Conduit,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “It’s all yours.”
All yours.
That dark, possessive little creature within me purred with self-satisfaction.Godsdamned right,this cock was mine. And this was exactly where it belonged.
Right. Fucking. Here.
Light flashed from my fingertips, illuminating the dimness of the room as I shattered. For a moment in time, the world broke with me, the realm splitting, time itself seeming to take a sighing breath as I was trapped—suspended in a wave of endless pleasure. I was a quivering mess by the time Kieran withdrew, fisting his cock with several rough jerks until a stream of hot fluid burst forth, thick ropes of his release coating my thighs.
I shuddered when he took that thick crown and rubbed it up against said thighs, smearing his seed—yet again treating the damned thing like a toy. A paintbrush, perhaps.
“You are so fucking depraved,” I giggled.
“You like it. And you look so pretty when you’re covered in the fruits of my labor,” he replied with a wicked grin. “Again?”
I sighed, lost in the bliss of our mutual absurdity.
Sure, I had time for one more round before running my errands.
“Again.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
KIERAN
Iwandered around Ysabeau’s shop in a slow circle, grateful to find it empty of any other customers this time of day. It gave me the opportunity to both peruse and ponder, touching fabrics and examining their textures, searching for the appropriate apology.
Already, I missed Arken something fierce. It had barely been half an hour, and still I ached, longing to return to her like a moth to a flame.
Give her some damn time, you fucking fiend.
And I would, so I settled for drawing her image to the forefront of my mind as I inspected different sets of lingerie atAenchanté,a semi-hidden storefront tucked behind buildings in the Arts District, one that specialized in the most luxurious imported fabrics and expensive scraps of lace that Sophrosyne had to offer.
As I held up different options, carefully examining certain fabrics to make sure they wouldn’t set Arken’s hair on end, I pictured her in every single piece.
Fates help me, the woman would ruin me in this one. An Irrosi silk number, dyed a dark olive green nearly matching my coat, and trimmed with black lace. The panties came with a matching garter and a balconette bra that would leave Arken’s tits looking downright indecent.
“We’ll start with this set,” I informed Ysabeau, giving her Arken’s measurements so she could tailor them into a custom fit.
The elegantly aging Novosi expat offered me a wide smile before getting to work. “An excellent selection, Captain Vistarii.”