Page 82 of King of Storms and Feathers

“More,” I breathed. “More, Arrow. More.”

He grunted, then laughed. “As you desire.”

I more than desired it. I needed it in the same way I craved freedom. I would die if he didn’t finish this and bring me down from the cliff edge as soon as possible. My heart would give out. My mind would crack apart.

His body shifted higher, seating himself more deeply, rubbing a spot inside me that wrung the breath from my lungs with a ragged moan.

He wrapped his hand over my neck cuff, then made a sound of frustration before moving two fingers in a quick pattern over it. The lock sprung open, and he tossed the shackle aside, cuffing my throat with his hand and holding me pinned as he pounded into me.

My thighs burned as I dug my heels into his back, the increased pressure exquisite.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked.

“Not right now. You’ve a job to finish.”

Capturing my lips, he breathed a laugh into my lungs and began to move in earnest. He pulsed inside me, and I raked my nails along his shoulder blades, urging him on.

He pinned my wrists above my head and raised his upper body, the angle forcing him deeper. I bit my lip but couldn’t hold back a scream. It was too much. Too wonderful.

His mouth seized mine, and he whispered against my lips, coaxing. “Relax, angel. Let go. Come for me.”

He slipped a hand between our bodies, thrusting deeper and deeper, losing his rhythm and moaning and cursing. “I knew you’d feel so fucking good impaled by me. So hot and tight. Oh, little Leaf, your mouth tells lies, but your body always speaks the truth. It tells me everything. Everything. You love this. You love me.”

“No,” I said, shame fighting ecstasy inside me. “Because of you, I have no freedom.”

“Yes. Tell me how much you despise me.”

“I do. I—” I bit my lip, humming as his fingers went to the place I throbbed the most, his thumb circling, and the pressure sending shock waves along my spine.

He gripped my wrist and dragged my fingers to circle his base. “Feel me. Feel what I’m doing to you. Only I can bring you this pleasure. Only me.”

He moaned—a low, filthy sound—then hissed a breath, his gaze intent where our bodies joined. “You are a small, fragile human, but feel how well your body takes me, bending to my will. Tell me this is the most blissful thing in all the realms.” Another long moan. A husky curse. “It’s all that is good and right. Tell me you agree.”

The power of his thrusts shook my jaw. “Not like this,” I said. “Not when I’m nothing more than your possession. It’s wrong, and you know it.”

His laugh vibrated in my core, pushing me closer to the edge. “Liar,” he said. “You’re a fucking liar.”

His mouth slanted over mine, his fingers winding in my hair as I bit his lip, an iron tang coating my tongue. He swore, and I laughed. His blood was the same as mine. The King of Storms and Feathers tasted like a human. He wasn’t invulnerable. If he bled too much, he would surely die.

I tensed, expecting him to retaliate, but he only groaned harder, pistoned faster. “So tight. By the gold, you make me burn.”

Gods, the things he said. So raw and base, they made me blush as I writhed beneath him.

With his free hand, he squeezed my breast, his lips searing as they took the aching point into his mouth. An inferno raged inside me, lava flowing, needing to erupt before it destroyed me.

“Arrow,” I moaned.

As I tugged on the silky mess of his hair, his thrusts turned vicious. Soon he would break me into pieces. Ruin me. I couldn’t take much more. But why did it have to feel so damned good?

“Beg,” he demanded. “Beg for mercy. Do it now.”

“Please,” was all I said.

“Let go for me,” he commanded. “Come.”

My lips parted on a broken cry as my muscles spasmed, coiling so tight the tendons felt like they would tear from my bones. White light, purple, then blue flashed around me as pleasure peaked in my core, my whole body pulsing with an intense sensation that felt like… death.

I was dying.

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