Page 90 of Brutal Birthright

Rowan took her mouth with a groan.

He shoved inside her with a punishing thrust. The sudden intrusion filled her so perfectly after being wound into such a prolonged frenzy.

As he sucked on her tongue and bit down on her lip, the tang of copper raced between their mouths. Driving thrusts forward were so hard and fast that her breasts bounced, and it was only his hold around her neck that kept her from shifting across the table.

“Ffffuck.” Rowan groaned against her mouth. “Unghhh. My perfect faerie. Come all over my cock.”

Who was she to disobey an order like that?

Ri’s world filled with bright sparks, and her orgasm raced through her.

Each deep thrust of Rowan’s cock inside her dragged her cries of pleasure against his mouth. Wave after wave drew out and continued as she clenched around his length.

He grunted against her lips and then she felt his own release pulse inside her. Filling her with hot cum as they gasped against each other. Foreheads pressed together, while the room felt as though it was a spinning top in the wake of their joint orgasm.

Rowan lazily moved inside her as she lay there, both of them taking a quiet moment to catch their breath, and she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of him slick and hot inside her pussy.

Sliding two strong palms beneath her, he lifted her boneless figure still keeping himself seated inside her, and shifted them across the room. With effortless movements he sat back in his big armchair by the fireplace, positioning her to straddle him. The still-hard length of him impaling her and so deep it made her eyes roll back in her head.

“Shit.” She breathed hard through her nose. Eyelashes fluttering closed as she sagged forward against his chest.

“Did you think I was done with you, little faerie?” He gave his hips a slight thrust up into her. Stars burst behind her eyelids. Her swollen clit rubbing against his hard stomach muscles made her jolt.

Ri made a soft noise. Unable to think straight with him filling her so deep it felt like she could feel him in the back of her throat.

“Here.” A strong finger hooked under her chin, and she fluttered her eyelashes open. Eyes heavy and gaze unfocused. Rowan tilted a glass towards her and she dutifully took a sip. Something sweet and honeyed flowed over her taste buds and left a slight burn as it went down the back of her throat. But it immediately made her feel warm and glowy all over.

Magic.

As she came back to herself a little more, she twined her arms around his neck. Rowan rested his head against the back of the armchair and studied her through heavy-lidded eyes. He took a long sip of the honey-coloured drink and then set it down on the sideboard beside them before picking up a roll of spice.

Her mouth dropped open. Somehow Rowan of Nocturne, fully clothed, indulging in spice and liquor while she straddled his cock, naked seemed altogether scandalous. A picture of hedonism and lust. Yet she also loved the way it made her feel so powerful.

“What?” The corners of his lips twitched as he used his magic to light the end, then raised it to his lips and sucked down a long inhale.

Ri flexed her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. Twirling the longer strands and scratching her nails gently against his skin. His eyes were so different in this light, seeing him relaxed and seated in the comfort of his throne. Blue, like calm, coral-laden waters basking under a midday sun.

She watched him smoke in silence. Still very aware of him hard inside her and the wetness slicking her thighs from the mixture of their cum. But he didn’t move to fuck her or thrust up into her. Just seemed content to watch her with a weighted stare.

Holding the spice between thumb and forefinger, he took a long drag into his lungs, before blowing the cloud of sweet, pungent smoke out his nostrils.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Oh, fuck. She might dissolve into a puddle right here and now. Hearing Rowan call her beautiful just shot straight to the top of her list of favourite things in the entire world.

She immediately wanted to hear those words from his lips again.

And again.

Ri leant forward and wrapped her lips around the end of the spice. Keeping her eyes on him as amusement danced on the corner of his oh-so-kissable mouth. Sucking down a deep inhale, the embers flared, and the burn filled her lungs perfectly. Then, she sank her mouth against his and shared the smoke with him.

It was so heady and erotic and divine.

A perfect moment reserved for just the two of them.

Nothing else mattered.

Not the academy. Not her sister’s rules. Not the fact that she’d lied to everyone, including Rowan, about everything.

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