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I pinched my nipples between my fingers, rolling my hips.

“Here, let me,” Rook said, and he leaned up behind me.

I cried out, the change in angle driving him even deeper within me, deeper than I thought possible. His hand moved over my breast, rolling it so my nipple grazed against his rough palm.

I rested my hands on his thighs, bucking my hips back against him. My face flushed with heat, and I bit my lip, whimpering as I cursed the fucking room, the guards and Drusilla just a door away from us. I wanted to scream Rook’s name, I wanted to moan and cry out as loudly as I fucking well pleased.

My fingers dug into his skin as my body quaked. My climax crested over me again, and a small cry escaped my lips. I leaned back into him, a thin sheen of sweat forming on my skin as my breath rasped out of me.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, “feeling you come is fucking magical.” His fingers continued to tease my nipple between them, and his other hand moved between my thighs. “I want to feel you come again.” He began to stroke my clit with his finger, and I shook my head.

“Oh gods, Rook.” I gritted my teeth, my hands shaking as they dug into my thighs. “I can’t.” I bit back a moan, my body so sensitive and wound so tightly that every movement almost hurt. “Please.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He growled into my ear. His strokes were slower, but harder, and fucking gods the last thing I wanted for him now was to stop.

“No.” I curled an arm around his neck, panting against his cheek. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re going to come for me again, princess, and then I’m going to fill you up.” His breathing was rapid, and he groaned as I began to tighten around him. “Fuck. Such a good fucking girl. That’s it.Fuck.” He hissed in a breath, circling my clit furiously with two fingers. “This wet little cunt is mine, isn’t it, princess? You’re going to come so hard for me now, aren’t you?”

I was shivering violently, his words sending desire rippling through me. I was his, every muscle in my body pulled taut just for him, because of him. Our thighs were slick with my arousal, sliding between us as I squirmed and bucked on top of him. I threw my head back against Rook’s shoulder, and he seized my chin, pushing two fingers against the seam of my lips. I opened my mouth, taking them in and letting him gag me, stifling my moans.

And then he drove me over that edge, my lips vibrating around his fingers as I came. My climax drew out Rook’s own, and he moaned into my hair as he pumped inside me. We both shivered and tried to catch our breath, covered in sweat and each other’s scent. Rook wrapped his arms around my waist, tracing his lips over my shoulders as he whispered sweet words to me,beautiful, perfect, mine.

Finally, the sweat had cooled on our skin, and I slumped off him, onto the bed.

He curled up beside me, taking me in his arms. I couldn’t speak, all I could manage was a moan as I nuzzled against him.

“Yes, I agree,” he replied, stroking my hair. “Fucking Nav, princess.”

His heartbeat thundered against my cheek. I was so overcome with delirium that I almost said it, but I quickly pressed my mouth against his chest instead.

“You want more already?” He put a hand under my chin, tipping my face up to his.

I shook my head. “I think if I come again I’ll melt into the bed.”

“Oh but what a way to go, ey?”

I laughed breathlessly. “I had no idea it could be like this.”

“It’s not like this with just anybody. You bring out the best in me.”

“And you in me. Making me come three times.”

He huffed out a breath. “Only three? Give me a few minutes and we’ll rectify that.”

I kissed his chest, breathing in his scent. “Rook, is it… Is it possible that you’ve made me pregnant?”

He tensed, looking down at me with a frown. “You think me so irresponsible, my love?”

“My father asked if I’m carrying your child.”

Rook’s brow crinkled for a moment. “I see. And what did you tell him?”

“That he was being preposterous.” I lifted my mouth to his, kissing him gently. “But it’s possible, isn’t it?”

Rook sighed, stroking my cheek. “My innocent little princess. I haven’t made you pregnant. Of that I can be certain.”

“How do you know?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.