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His fingertips were digging into her thighs to pull her so he could bury his face deeper. He was savage, like he was so thirsty for the taste of her he would happily drown against her pussy.

She didn’t think, when she finally stopped coming, that she would feel more desperate than she had before. She’d come around nothing.My body is hungry to be filled.

When he tried to go in for more, a whimper quivered past her lips. She pushed at him. Ducking his head out from under her skirt, Geryon lifted himself until he was facing her. He placed his hands on either side of her hips on the writing desk, his eyes focused on her.

He blatantly licked his glistening lips with a look that told her he thoroughly enjoyed himself.

Then, he leaned forward swiftly and kissed her with obvious pent-up lust and need. The press of his mouth was deep, the speed of his lips eating at her like he was desperate to sate his hunger.

Geryon groaned when he came closer so he could thrust his hips against her. His cock felt incredibly hard as it slipped against her hip.

“Your mouth tastes awful,” she whispered when she broke away, knowing if she let him continue, she wouldn’t stop him.

“I disagree,” he answered between panted breaths. “I think it tastes wonderfully delicious. Mouth-watering, even.”

Then, he brought their lips back together, forcing her to taste her own orgasm. The taste of it mixed with his sweet saliva caused her body to tingle. It didn’t last long before he was the one to pull away.

Geryon lifted her chin so she was forced to look into his spellbinding blue eyes. They caught the light from outside the window, making them almost appear to have glimmers of silver in them.

She often lost herself trying to spot a glimpse of that metallic shimmer.

“I promised I would not take you now, but return to my room tonight. I swear, we will not be discovered; I will make sure of it. There are hidden tunnels.” His eyes darted between hers. “Spend the night with me.”

It wasn’t a question but a demand, and Valerie was tempted to follow it.

Valerie spent the remainder of her day socialising with the court, since she felt better after her intimate moment with Geryon.

Baron Daerk had been taken by the scruff by Geryon, and his pale face being dragged away brought Valerie an immense amount of pleasure.

She also spoke to Wyetta, who was in a cheery mood. When she realised Valerie had no issue hearing about her night with King Bradwick, they strolled together while she spoke of it. She thought her companion needed to vent.

She understood the need.

I wish I could speak of my interactions with Geryon.It would help her understand what she was feeling, and uncover why she couldn’t stop herself from wanting him or constantly letting him get under her skirt.

I was terribly upset with him.Yet it had turned into a sizzling kiss between her legs. His apologies helped in his favour.

Valerie had made no promise about returning to him after dinner. He just seemed pleased she didn’t forwardly say no. She guessed she would consider it.

She wished to.I know what will happen if I do.Thinking about it caused that ache between her legs to grow, to the point of becoming unbearable.

All four ladies were to dine in the dining hall with Bradwick tonight. Since he’d been absent for the entire day, they were to sit with him while he ate.

There had been a race to be seated next to him, and once again, Wyetta and herself lucked out, as they had been strolling. She sat next to Savannah, Wyetta across from her.

There had also been a competition as to who would leave with the king when he told them he wished to retire.

Valerie saw the look of humour on his face. He was aware of what the females wanted, and he was all too happy to comply. Wyetta ended up being escorted out of the dining hall by Bradwick.

When Charlotte left in a huff, Savannah sighed loudly and rested back in her chair while she pushed food around on her plate.

“Is there something you wish to talk about?” Valerie asked with a soft voice.

“Does it not bother you?” She leaned closer to keep her voice low. “They fight to go to his bedchamber this eve, but neither you nor I have been there.”

Valerie took a sip of wine before resting her wrist against her chest. “You wish to go to his chambers?”

“Yes,” she answered. “And no.”