Page 73 of Brutal Birthright

“If I’d known this was how to quiet that sharp tongue of yours… I would have fucked you senseless sooner.”

Chapter 23

Soft, breathy moans filled the quiet.

A sound he selfishly wanted to hear all the fucking time. Like a hook sunk deep into his chest, he’d rapidly become tethered to drawing out her mewling little noises of pleasure. Along with the silky feel of her pussy clenched tight around his cock.

Her delicate fingers brushed against his scalp. Threading through his hair and fuck that felt so good. She was still drowsy. Half asleep. Fucked into a state of complete bliss after a night when he’d been inside her more times than he could count.

There was nothing like the taste of her sweet, sweet cunt.

She came on his tongue, bucking and fisting the sheets and looked every inch a warrior Goddess from where he positioned himself between her thighs. Rowan had the perfect vantage point to look up at her as his tongue worked over her swollen clit. From here, he could take in the evidence of his bloodied handprint, still wrapped around her throat like a perfect collar. Her taut nipples, glistening from where he’d sucked down on them, begged for more attention. That long mane of dark hair was now wild and tangled. Thick, sooty lashes fanned across her pink cheeks.

Fuck, his cock was desperate to get back inside her. Rowan nipped at the fleshy swell of her thigh, making her shudder just the way he knew she fucking loved. His hot palms grabbed the soft curve of her hip as he flipped her, dragging her ass up so she was on her knees. Boneless and pleasured and still foggy with sleep beneath him.

Her fire was addictive, but Spirits, he could spend far too long enjoying this pliant, soft version of her.

Stretching her arms out on the bed, she put that perfect ass right on display for him. The flex of her spine guiding him to fist his cock and press inside.

Fuck. So fucking wet for him.

“Only dirty fucking girls know to arch their back like that.” He pumped his hips deep. Dragging low moans from Oriana as she pressed her face into the mattress. “Your greedy little cunt wants my cock so badly.”

More awake now and spurred on by his words, she arched even more for him. Opening up and teasing him with a sultry look back over her shoulder.

Rowan’s cock throbbed. He was already close. She’d just made it even harder to hold back. The girl knew exactly what she was doing, and fuck, if that didn’t make his balls tighten in anticipation.

Thrusting harder, he cursed violently under his breath.

“Fffuck. You’re making me want things I can’t have, little faerie.” She made him so fucking reckless.

Those breathless pants of hers were undoing him. Fast.

“Like what?” Her walls fluttered around his length. Causing him to groan and drop his eyes closed for a second. Trying to regain some kind of fucking control.

She wanted to know. Well, who was he to deny her? He had too many fantasies left to explore when it came to this girl.

“Your tits, your mouth.” Looking down, he spread her ass cheeks and watched his cock slowly glide in and out. Feeling her eyes on him with every clench around his cock as he slid out to the tip, then drove back in to sink to the hilt. “This ass.” He dug his fingers into her soft flesh.

A needy whimper tumbled out as she dropped her forehead against the bed.

“Have it all. I want you to take everything.” She was thrusting back to meet him as much as she could beneath his firm hold.

“Fuck. You can’t say shit like that to me. It’s going to make me want to keep you. My own little faerie whore. Ready and spread and wet and begging for my cock.”

Her body lit up beneath him and tumbled straight into yet another orgasm. Coming hard and loudly with her pussy squeezing him so tight he saw stars.

“You like that idea, don’t you? It’s ok; your dirty little secrets are safe with me. You’re just as fucked up as I am underneath that pretty exterior. If only they all knew the real you. The one who wants to be let out of her cage.”

Rowan’s chest was heaving. Each thrust accompanying his words was echoed by her pleasured cries. Tension built low in his stomach and his hips began thrusting faster. Chasing his own release while she was still rippling around his length.

Dropping forward onto his hands, he bucked into her. Slamming their bodies together as he bit down on the crook of her neck. Spirits, he wanted his marks all over her body. Wanted to leave no uncertainty as to who she belonged to… in secret.

With a guttural groan and a curse, his cock jerked. Ropes of cum spilling inside her and filling that silky hot wetness with the evidence of him.

He was deadly serious when he said he wanted to claim every part of her. Knowing she would be walking around filled with his cum all day–the thought of that alone settled something deep inside the fibre of his being. Meanwhile, the sight of her wearing his marks on her bronzed skin like an assortment of purple-hued victor’s medals made his blood quicken.

This girl calmed his storm and awoke his passion all in the same breath.

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