“I see.” Her knees widened a fraction more. “And are you powerful enough to deal with the trouble?”
I wasn’t powerful. I was weak. So feckin’ weak.
My nails bit into Aveen’s soft thighs. Funny. I didn’t remember putting my hands there.
Since they were, I might as well enjoy the way her supple skin erupted with gooseflesh beneath my touch as I dragged them higher, to the swell of her hips.
This was dangerous. I really shouldn’t let my thumb fall to the damp silk between her thighs. Ireallyshouldn’t. But then I did, and the whimper that fell from her parted lips was my undoing.
I pressed and stroked the hard nub hidden between her folds. “A problem like this isn’t about power.”
Her hips tilted ever so slightly as she leaned back on her elbows, her robe falling fully open. “Is it not?”
My hand shook as I tugged her knickers aside to find her body beneath glistening with arousal. My thumb grazed her slickness, pressing gently against that perfect spot.
Her head fell back, and a sigh escaped her lips.
“No,” I whispered, calling heat to my hand as I worked her in slow, steady circles. “It’s about skill…and persistence.”
She ground herself against me, forcing my fingers deeper.
This was reckless. Foolish.Inevitable.
I’d have to take drastic measures to ensure the Queen didn’t find out that I’d been with anyone, but feck it all if this didn’t feel like stealing joy.
Aveen whimpered my name when I slid a finger inside. Cried out when I added a second. How had I resisted this temptation for so long?
My swollen cock ached against the buttons on my breeches, straining for release.
“I need more,” Aveen begged. “Please, Rían. Please.”
I couldn’t deny her any longer. “Feet on the floor and turn around.”
She did as I commanded, bracing her hands on the map, her arse pressing into me as she bent over the desk.
The voice of reason screamed in my mind, telling me to put an end to this, but the soft, needy moans coming from her throat sealed our fate. I tore off the robe and lifted her nightgown until the silk pooled around her waist. My knees nearly gave out as I slid her knickers down her thighs. While I was down here, I figured I may as well make use of myself. I slid my tongue up her seam, feeling her jerk forward. How had I gone so long without the taste of her? The feel of her. Those feckin’ sounds of want. Of need.
I spread her wider, needing more than a taste. Needing to devour. To consume her the way she consumed me. When I flicked my tongue, she moaned, “Right there.”
Right therewas where I stayed, working in sharp strokes, building a rhythm, drinking every drop. I freed myself and stroked my aching cock, searching for release.
If we were going down, we’d go down together. And we’d go down in flames.
“Rían…I need you.”
Not as much as I need you.
I clambered to my feet and nudged the head of my cock against her dripping heat. “I’ve missed you so feckin’ much,” I confessed, urging my hips forward and catching her hair to drag her back against me. Her body welcomed mine, hugging tight, her backside the perfect fit against my hips. When I started to thrust, she took each punishing hit with whimpers for more. The months I’d spent without her fell to nothing, squandered so that we could find this fleeting bliss.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” she gasped.
She loved me. Not Caden feckin’ Merriweather. Only me.
I freed her breast, cupping the soft mound while stroking and teasing the turgid peak with my thumb. “Tell me you’re mine.” My hand slid to her throat, applying the lightest pressure, just enough so I could feel her swallow against my palm.
Her plush lips curved into a smile. “All yours.”