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My hips jerked as he pushed his cock between my thighs, running easily through the slickness he found there. A guttural moan broke from me as the bumps that adorned his cock rubbed against my clit, which was still swollen and throbbing from the assault of his tongue. My nails dug into the wood of the headboard, and I felt sure I was about to unravel again.

“Rook,” I pleaded. “I want you inside me, please.”

“Patience.” He continued the slow rhythm of his hips, the white-hot pressure in my lower belly building again with each stroke.

“Please.” I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him as my thighs began to tremble violently. “Please, Rook.”

He rocked his hips faster. “The harder you come for me, the better it is. These-” He pushed the bumps of his cock harder against my clit with a flick of his wrist, chuckling again as I bit back a moan. “Aren’t just for you. I want you to come so hard you can’t remember anyone’s name but mine. Because then these -” Another flick of his hand, and I shuddered as my climax tore through me, biting my lip so hard I was sure I was going to make myself bleed. “Are so sensitive that when I spill inside you, I’ll see fucking stars.”

My shoulders heaved as my body subsided, my head hanging between my arms. Rook seized my chin in his hand, his hot breath washing over my lips.

“Now, princess, you’re ready for me?”

I nodded, my hair sticking to the beads of sweat that had formed on my face. “Y-yes.”

I gasped as Rook began to ease himself inside me. He stopped, kissing me gently, and I realized I was trembling.

“Like I said,” he murmured against my lips. “Slowly, my love.” He pushed a little more, and a small whimper escaped my lips as I began to stretch around him. “Does that hurt?”

I tossed my head back, clenching my eyes shut. “No. Just…oh.It’s… full. I don’t know. Don’t stop.” As he’d promised, he took his time, pausing to kiss my neck, to whisper sweet words in my ear. There was no suppressing the moan that broke from me as Rook’s hips finally sat flush against me.

“Fuck.So fucking tight.” He kissed me, letting me just feel him, allowing me to adjust to his size. “You’re shaking. Am I hurting you?”

“No.” I squirmed against him, my eyes still firmly closed. “I don’t...” It was too much. It didn’t hurt, but I was overwhelmed with wanting him, my body still reeling from the heights he had already driven it to. I wanted more,more, and yet it was all so consuming, so much to be bonded with him, joined with him in every sense, that all I could do was shake my head against his shoulder.

“Elara.” His voice was so soft, so tender, and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. “I want you to take a deep breath.”

I inhaled sharply, and he ran a hand down my back.

“Adeepbreath, my love.” He stroked my back again, and with the next breath, I relaxed a little more against him. He caressed my jaw, tracing my scars with his fingertips. “It’s you, and me. That’s all there is. That’s all that matters. Nothing else.”

Nothing else.I nodded. “I want you to move.” I wriggled my hips, and he groaned. “I want you to move now.”

He kissed me again, pulling out gently, almost to the tip, then plunging back into me. The jolt of pleasure that raced up my spine was so intense that my mind went stark white for a moment.There was nothing but him and his breath and his heat and the ecstatic stretch of my body. I gripped onto the headboard, feeling every deep, slow thrust, his eyes locked on mine.

“Do you feel how well you take me, princess?” He smiled, his breathing rapid now, longing and desire rolling off him in waves, crashing into my chest over the Bond. “It’s as though the gods made this pretty little cunt just for my cock.”

He rolled his hips harder against me, and I gasped, my back arching. Instantly he slowed, his hand stroking my cheek.

“If you ease off, I’ll take your ax to you,” I snapped, and he laughed softly before resuming his rhythm.

I prayed to whichever gods would listen that Drusilla was a deep sleeper. I hoped the doors were made of thick oak, and that the guards were suitably distracted. Because no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t going to be able to be quiet with Rook. Every stroke sent that rippled ridge up against a point inside me that set every inch of me on fire. I was trembling so violently that he had to lean over me, his hand on mine on the headboard, his enormous body pinning me into place.

His hand moved over my breast, pulling my nipple between his calloused fingertips, and I bucked at the touch, gasping as he drove deeper inside me. I turned my head towards him, my mouth seeking out his. His teeth nipped at my lips, his rapid breaths washing over me.

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured. “All of you. You feel so fucking good.”

I quivered, pressing my head back against his shoulder. “Fuck.”

“That’s my girl.” He groaned against my neck.

“Rook, the guards.” I could barely speak, my body cresting to that peak again. “They’ll - they’ll hear us.”

“I’m not stopping.” He wrapped a hand around my throat, holding me tightly against him. “I’m not stopping until I feel you come on my cock, princess.” He hammered into me, pushing me closer and closer to that precipice. My neck vibrated in his hand as another moan threatened to break from me. “That’s it, come for me. I want to come with you.”

My hands slipped down the headboard, and I buried my face in the pillows. My hips were now canted sharply, Rook’s arm sliding around them so he could slip even deeper inside me. He held me steady, his thrusts almost punishing now. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, and I screamed into the pillow as the sweet pressure between my thighs broke. White heat rushed through every nerve in my body as I throbbed around Rook’s cock.

His pace didn’t slow, the ache of my body clenching down on him as he moved drawing out every second of my climax. He tensed, stilling against me, then groaned as his cock began to pump inside me. He kept me angled up until he stopped trembling, his other hand running up and down the slope of my back as he murmured my name, like a prayer, like a blessing.