Page 135 of Thorns and Echoes

Just her hot, wet, tight core wrapping around his cock like a velvet glove. She slammed herself firmly down on his shaft, taking every inch of him in one long stroke.

“Fuck,” he gasped. Pleasure threatened to shove him over the edge. He was a celebrated courtesan. He never approached his limit so quickly. This was intolerable. Wonderfully, incredibly intolerable.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Ahh… I really missed this. I don't care if you stab me right now. Ahh, yes…”

“Ride me, Anais. Fuck me. Take me any way you want me, but move,” he couldn't help but demand.

Her wet heat and rough voice pushed him right to the edge, and it was all he could do to hold himself there. As she began to move, his nails sank into his palm, and he growled as he gripped the reins of his control with both hands.

The bed dipped on either side of him. Her soft breasts smushed against his chest, then her hot mouth crashed onto his.

He sucked down the sound of her pleasure. Her soaked tunnel tightened around his cock as she rolled her hips faster and harder. Her skin was hot and sweaty, her tongue insistent and needy.

She drove him mad. Her gasping moans were going to be the death of him. He couldn't ride the edge much longer.

Her head lifted, and he wanted nothing more than to pull her lips back where they belonged. His wrists strained against the bindings. He should have felt helpless. But never with her.

“Come, Anais. Come for me, my lovely, dangerous, perfect goddess,” he crooned.Come before I embarrass myself.A hint of a plea might have been in his command.

A plea that his goddess answered.

“Ah! Yes! Castien!” she cried out, her head burying into the curve of his shoulder as her hips slammed down and rocked in jerking, erratic motions.

Thank fuck.

Her moans ignited his blood as her mouth sucked at his neck and her fingers curled over his shoulders. It was her tongue, the prickle of her claws, and the squeeze of her inner muscles that sent him careening over the edge after her. It was her. Every little thing about her.

“Yes, Anais. My Queen, my goddess, I love you.” He groaned and plunged up into her in what he might've feared was too hard a pace, but her moans and cries of pleasure were unmistakable. Blinding ecstasy carried away his mind for a moment. The onlything missing was his arms holding her close, holding her tight – but he didn't need to bind her physically to have her wholly.

Her body rocked back and forth as she made little noises of pleasure. Every sound was a gem he greedily tucked away. Languid satiation seeped into his limbs. He held it at bay, needing to give her every moment she wanted.

“Mmm,” she hummed beside his ear. “You feel so good. I might fall asleep right here.”

“You wouldn't be sleeping for very long,” he drawled without a drop of apology.

Nipping his ear, she murmured, “Is that a promise?”

Fire. She was fire and life and light.

His arms pulled, and the frustrating leather bit into his wrists. He shouldn't, but he wanted so badly to hold her. It was better this way.

She reached out and loosened the straps around his wrists.

Hesitation was wiped away by longing. With a grateful rumble, he banded his arms around her back and gently cupped the back of her head.

Holding her felt like home.

He angled his face into her hair. “You could be a courtesan. A very good one, I think.”

A surprised but not displeased noise came out of her nose. “I doubt I'd be able to read anyone half so well as I read you, Castien.”

No one had ever taken care of him the way she did.

“You know what I want, what I need, and you can barely see me. They might call me a prince, but they would fall to your feet, my goddess.”

“Ah, is that how I change the world? Make them worship and love me.” Amusement danced in her tone. “If I had a thousand partners, wouldn't you be jealous?”

“I would share you with the world if that's what you want. Everything. Anything.”