Not the Dorian of before. Not the penned servant of the queen who didn’t want to hurt me.
This one knew I didn’t mind pain. This one knew I enjoyed it more than a little.
He broke our kiss and his mouth dragged down to my chin, his teeth on my jaw, before he was at my chest. When his lips found my nipple and sucked, he thrust into me again.
I cried out with the pleasure of it. Yes, yes, yes. This was exactly it. Worshipful, relentless, hungry. I was vaguely aware of my armsaround his neck, of the feeling of him all around me, as I broke over him. His cock thrust into me again and again, his tongue relentless on my breast, his arm an iron band around my body, refusing to let me free.
Maybe he was three times as strong, still. Or maybe he’d underestimated himself.
The pleasure went on and on, thick waves of it, until I lay limp in his arms and rested my forehead on his shoulder.
His lips left my nipple with a pop, and I didn’t miss the satisfaction in his eyes even through my haze.
“You…” I could barely speak. “You ripped my slip.”
“Looks better that way.”
A laugh burst out of me. “And you saidIwasn’t gentle.”
He thrust once into my sensitive slit, and I sucked in a breath. He somehow felt bigger, harder, or maybe I wanted him so much I’d wrapped myself tighter around him. “I’d say both of us are one part gentle, nine parts too-much-to-handle.”
Completely right. I wanted this, now and every morning, for as far as the horizon stretched. Wildmother, I wanted himagain, now.
I shifted my hips atop him. “I think I’ve been far too gentle with you already this morning.”
His eyes glinted. “Do that again, and…”
Just like in the pub in the inner district. Except this time, nothing stood between us except the band of magic that begged for us to be this close.
I moved my hips once, in the other direction.
He growled, lifted me entirely off him. His length slid out of me, and I was briefly empty before he’d turned me, pushed me onto the bed on my belly.
His thighs came around me, caging mine, and he pressed my slip up over my ass. “Gods, changelings really are a different breed.”
I laughed into the sheets—then moaned as he set both hands on my ass, spread my cheeks, and drove into my core. His cock sankright to the hilt on the first thrust, and I grabbed fistfuls of the bedding like they would save me.
They wouldn’t. They didn’t.
He pulled out nearly entirely, then lodged home again. Again, again, faster. One hand bracketed my hip, holding tight. The other slipped down the crack of my ass, and his thumb swirled around the edge of my other hole. I’d never imagined, never thoughtthatwould feel so good, until?—
His thumb pressed in, and pleasure rose in me, sudden and overwhelming. He slapped my ass, and I lost it entirely. My vision went white.
I cried out, practically a bawl. I was certain every servant in the citadel heard me.
Even through the pleasure, I felt his cock harden. His movements became erratic, and I pushed my ass back into him. I met him thrust for thrust, until he let out the most delicious moan I’d ever heard and came so deep inside me I felt his warmth in my core.
Yes, and yes, and yes. I could havethisfor an eternity.
He fell over me, still pulsing and twitching inside me, his head on the bed next to mine. He heaved out a breath. “You might want to call up breakfast to my chambers. I don’t think I’ll be moving for the next hour.”
I uncurled my fingers from the bedding and smiled over. “Even at the behest of your queen?”
He ran a hand over my head; our eyes were inches apart. “Only then, and only perhaps.”
I pulled my thumb down his lips. “One thing I probably should have asked before now.”
“Yes?”