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“Oh fucking hells, I forgot you’ve never done that.” He cocks his head to the side. “Is that how repressed human high society is? Do they tell you it’s against the Gods’ will to feel pleasure or something?”
“It’s just me,” I admit. “I was uneasy around people for a long time, and uncomfortable with my body and scars, so…”
“Baby.” His expression softens, then the heat returns to his gaze, setting the gold on fire. “Does that mean I’m your first?”
“My first what?”
“Your first everything. First orgasm, first masturbation, first man?”
“I don’t…” I squirm, so aroused and aching. “Yeah? Valen… Please.”
“Straddle me.” He leans back on the rock he’s sitting on, freeing one hand to brace it behind him, using the other to pull me to him. “I promised not to touch you, but you have my cock, all hard for you, and my knot, inflated for your sake. Grind yourself on them.”
“It won’t hurt you?”
A strangled chuckle escapes him. “I’m in pain for you every single day and night, girl. What’s one more ache?”
When I hesitate, he tugs on my hip and positions me the way he wants me. I gasp when his hard bulge presses between my legs.
“There,” he says, satisfaction lacing his voice, lashes dropping to hide his gaze even as I feel the tension ratcheting up in his body. “Try it. You can thank me later.”
It’s too much, even in my needy state. I can’t rub myself on him like a cat in heat. It’s crazy. I need to get up and move away from him. He’s intoxicating, muddling my rational thoughts.
He’s watching me, not moving a muscle, still as a statue. One corner of his mouth has tipped up in a faint smirk. Is he enjoying this?
I shift, preparing to dismount, but the friction against his cock sends such a spark of pleasure through me, I gasp and grab blindly for him.
He lets out a hiss. “Princess…”
I shift again, desperate to move off him, and instead find myself writhing in his lap, my mind turned into a fizzling light. Every shift, every move only serves to rub my aroused flesh against his hard cock, and it’s exactly what I need. The pressure is mounting in my belly, my heart is racing, and my body keepsmoving, heedless of my mental protests, which are also fading, lost in the burning need.
“That’s it,” he whispers, his voice deepening as I rock against him, desperately seeking release. “Take your pleasure. Forget the world and its fucking rules and restrictions. Obey your need. Please yourself. Please me. What I wouldn’t give to spread you underneath me or bend you over and take you from behind, but this will do. Oh, it will have to do…”
He’s rambling like a drunk man. That’s how I feel, too. My inhibitions have faded in this moment of madness, and I ride him, rising and falling, unable to keep back my moans as the pressure crests, leaving me teetering for an endless moment on the edge…
And I fall with a cry, coming so hard I see stars. I writhe, the waves of pleasure rocking me, finally ebbing, leaving me slumped against his bare chest. My cheek presses to his pec and I hear his heart thundering. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, as if he were running, as if he were the one moving. He grunts softly, wrapping his arm around my back, his hips rolling.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he mutters after a while. “And it will all be worth it.”
CHAPTER FIFTY
VALERIAN
Gods, this girl. She’s destroying me for any other woman, any other life. I’d gladly stay in the woods and meadows forever, walking around with her, holding her, touching her, smelling her… loving her.
Every little hint she lets escape of the way she was treated, of the freedom that was denied her, of the scars she bears inside and out, enrages me. Every day she’s more beautiful to me. She’s bright daylight, and I could spend my life basking in it, looking into her eyes, feeling her silky hair, and touching her satin-soft skin.
I’m so fucking hard for her, my knot inflating more every day with no relief in sight, and yet holding her against my chest is everything.
I’d die from this knot, and it would be worth it.
She’s quiet for a while, slumped against my chest, but slowly her body starts to tense as the realization of what she’s done sinks in.
“Princess,” I say, trying to stave off her panic. “Nothing happened.”
She lifts her tousled head. “But you spanked me, and then I?—”
“You did nothing wrong. Nothing. I promise you.”
