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‘You want to add a finger? Or would you prefer I take it from here?’ he said, edging closer to her.

At his words, her back arched, her breasts lifting, her peaked nipples practically begging for his mouth.

‘You…’ she panted. ‘I want you.’

That was all he needed to hear. He seated himself between her open thighs, rubbing his cock through the slickness he found there. Closing his lips around one of her nipples, he pushed inside her, just an inch. He bit down on her nipple and she cried out, before he flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot and sank into her another inch.

‘Oh gods,’ she panted beneath him.

‘If you need to pray to them to get you through, go right ahead, Princess,’ he said, before he thrust inside her fully.

Thea bucked beneath him, bowing off the bed with a gasp, raking her nails down his back, spurring him on. He pounded into her, each movement rougher than the last.

He fucked her as he loved her: fierce, hard, unrelenting.

She gave as good as she got, biting his lip until he hissed, just on the right side of pain. ‘Do your worst, Warsword,’ she said breathlessly, raising her hips to meet his.

A primal noise escaped him as she writhed beneath him.

He wanted this to last forever, wanted to map every inch of her body with his hands and his mouth.

‘Fuck me from behind, Wilder,’ she told him, already moving.

She was on all fours in an instant, giving him a glorious view of her small waist and sinful curves. Arching her back, Thea pressed against him, demanding more.

More he was all too willing to give her.

He pushed inside her again. ‘Fuck…’ he muttered as the new position allowed him deeper.

‘Yes, Wilder…’ Thea murmured, dropping to her elbows.

The sight of her nearly undid him. Gripping her hips, he drove into her again and again. He was shaking once more, shaking with the effort of holding back. Her cries of ecstasy had him right on the edge, and all he could think of was how much he loved her and how he hoped she felt it with every stroke of his cock.

Slowing his pace to a rhythm torturous enough to drive them both to the brink of madness, he reached around and played with her clit until she gave a strangled cry. She sat back against him, her spine to his chest, her hand coming up to clamp around the back of his neck.

‘Will you come undone for me again, Thea?’ he murmured, his other hand grasping her throat and squeezing gently.

He moved with her, drawing out their pleasure in long, lavish strokes, relishing the feel of their sweat-soaked bodies sliding together as one.

Her grip tightened on him and he knew she was close – and thank the Furies, because so was he. He’d been teetering on the edge with her.

He circled her clit again, once, twice, before gently pinching the sensitive spot.

Thea screamed, clamping around him and pushing down, hard.

Wilder lost control. His climax tore through him like a storm, washing over him with so much force it was a miracle he didn’tcollapse right on top of Thea. He came long and hard, spilling himself inside her with a shout.

‘Holy Furies…’ he croaked, still riding the last waves in a haze of pure bliss, still thrusting slowly into his storm wielder.

‘You can pray to them if you like,’ Thea murmured, pulling him down with her as she sank into the mattress. ‘But they won’t save you now.’

He gave a rough laugh and drew her close, pressing a kiss to her damp hair. ‘Who the fuck would want saving from that?’

Wilder was wrapped around Thea, breathing in the heady scent of her. Still sleeping, she rubbed her backside against him, seeking him out even in the depths of slumber, and he hissed at the contact in anticipation. He was already hard for her, already running through the various ways he could wake her up, when someone pounded on the door.

‘I know you had a long night and day, Warsword, but your party is arriving…’ came Everard’s voice.

Wilder groaned into the crook of Thea’s neck.