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He rolled me onto my back, leaning over me, his curls dripping rain across his forehead. “You’re so warm,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to my neck, brushing one delicate kiss after another from my ear to my collarbone. “I hope you’re not too sore after last night.”

“We heal fast, remember?” I wrapped my legs around his waist, rocking my hips against him, but Rook pinned me down, holding me still.

“In a rush, are we?” He asked, moving his mouth across my throat to begin kissing up the other side of my neck.

“I just need you,” I said with a sigh, closing my eyes as bliss flooded my body.

“Mmm,” Rook growled, his kisses trailing down my chest, between my breasts. His mouth moved over my tattoo, his breath hot on my skin. “You still haven’t told me what this tattoo means.”

“I’m the Heir to the Sun Throne,” I told him, my hips jerking up towards him, aching to feel more of him.

“Ah, so you are the sun, and I am the moon and stars.” His lips worked harder against my skin, his kisses becoming more desirous. “How fitting.”

“Yes, it is.” I gasped as his fingers traced over my nipples.

He moved down towards my hips, his lips and tongue tracing over my skin. “Fuck, you smell good, princess.” His mouth kept moving down, down, and then his hands pushed my thighs apart, and he growled low in his throat.

My back arched as his tongue moved between my legs, slowly at first, just the tip moving over my clit. “Oh Gods,” I murmured. Rook’s hands held my hips down, but as his tongue moved faster, lapping up more of me, I bucked against his mouth, and he chuckled.

“Even after last night, your sweet little cunt is still so needy for me, my love.”

A flush rose in my cheeks. “You just feel so good.”

He crawled back up and kissed my neck ferociously. “If you want to fuck my mouth, there’s a better way to do it.” With a swift movement he’d rolled onto his back with me on top of him, and he guided me up onto his face. “There now,” he said, brushing his lips against the delicate skin of my inner thigh, “you can ride my tongue as hard as you want.”

I steadied myself on the headboard as Rook pulled me down hungrily onto his face, licking and sucking like he was possessed. I tried to pull back a little, afraid I’d smother him, but all this served to do was for Rook to press harder against my thighs to keep me in place.

And fuck, his tongue felt so good. He moved over and around my clit, finding the tiniest sensitive points that I didn’t even know existed. His tongue swirled down, to my entrance, inside me, then back up again, over my clit, over and over.

I abandoned all worries about smothering him, and rolled my hips on his face. He groaned against me, his lips locked over me, that tongue of his expertly eliciting moan after moan from my mouth. My thighs began to tremble, and the sweet pressure in my belly was so intense I felt like I was going to explode.

Then Rook’s hands moved from my thighs to my breasts, pulling my nipples hard between his calloused fingertips. That was enough to send me spiraling, my whole body felt like it was on fire. My hips bucked harder, Rook’s tongue swirling around my clit.

I clutched my hands to my mouth, my head thrown back as my climax crashed through me violently, riding his tongue until I couldn’t bear it any longer. I pulled away from him, sliding down his chest to collapse on him.

“Oh Gods,” I moaned. “Oh fuck.”

“We’re not done yet,” he said, his breathing quick against my ear. “Turn around.”

I weakly rose to arrange myself on him so I was straddling him, facing the end of the bed.

“Now, you’re going to ride my cock.”

A thrill rushed through me as I moved to lower myself on to him. Rook held my thighs firmly. “Slowly, princess. I want to watch you take me.”

I whimpered, biting my lip as I slowly, slowly moved down his thick length. By the time he was seated fully inside me, my head was swimming and I was sure only a few movements at this angle would have me coming again.

Rook’s hand’s moved over my ass. “This view is fucking perfect. The things I want to do to this perfect ass of yours.”

I rocked on him gently, looking over my shoulder at him. “And what things are those?”

He let out a low laugh. “We’ll work up to that, my love.”

I circled my hips on him, moaning as that ridge rubbed up against where I wanted him. “Is that good for you?”

“Everything you do is good for me.” His hands dug into my hips. “I want you to fuck me for yourself. Rub yourself on me the way it feels good for you. Use my cock to make yourself come, princess.”

I rolled and ground myself on him, and fucking gods he felt incredible. He was so deep inside me at this angle, claiming me, claiming every inch of me for himself. My climax was still sending delicious heat coursing through me, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to reach it again.