Page 39 of Secrets of Graves and Gold

My pulse skips eagerly at the sight of his rigid cock. He rubs it across my sensitized folds in careful strokes until I really am sobbing… and then he plunges into me in one smooth thrust.

The sudden pressure sets off a chain reaction inside me. Pleasure crackles through my nerves and bursts through my body.

I bow my head against the pillow, crying out with the force of my climax.

Casimir holds still while my channel clamps around him, his skin flushing with restrained desire. When the haze clears from my vision, he smiles wickedly down at me. “We’re not finished yet.”

I’m too wrung out with bliss to argue. And not a single part of me wants to argue when the courtesan starts to rock into me.

He has to lean close to hit the right angle, clasping my hip with one hand and bracing his elbow next to me so he can caress my breast with the other.

He builds up his pace so gradually it would be torturous if I hadn’t just come. As it is, the ache of bliss builds slowly and steadily with every thrust until it’s radiating all the way to my toes and fingertips.

Casimir hits just the right spot to send an extra jolt of pleasure up the center of me. I let out a ragged moan?—

And the bedroom door slams open.

Stavros jars to a halt on the threshold, his stance stiffening at the sight of us. As Casimir tilts farther upright to glance over his shoulder, a ruddy cast creeps up through the former general’s light brown skin.

He takes a step back. “I—I heard you cry out. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

My whole body has flushed hotter, first with embarrassment and then with a thrill at the matching heat that’s sparked in Stavros’s eyes.

He’s never seen any of the other men do more than kiss me before. His hand has closed into a fist as if he’s tempted to punch the courtesan right off me, but hunger blazes in his eyes.

Maybe I’m just high on the pleasure that’s already flowed through me, but it seems like a good idea to say, “You don’t have to go. You could join in.”

The next instant, my gaze darts to Casimir. I’ve immersed myself in his control enough that I’m not sure if I’ve stepped out of line.

He beams when he sees me check with him, flicking his thumb over my clit as if in reward, and looks at Stavros again. “Yes, you could. I’m teaching our lady a lesson in letting the rest of us take on some of the responsibility around here. She might pick up the material even faster with a professor pitching in.”

Stavros wets his lips. Part of him is still hesitating, but his gaze smolders hotter.

With a strangled groan, he hurtles across the room and drops down at the edge of the bed by my shoulder. His fingers trail through the sweat that’s formed along my clavicle and up my neck to tip my chin toward him.

Then his mouth crashes into mine with all the ferocity I expect from this man.

As Stavros’s kiss consumes me, I notice a light tug and a loosening at my ankles. Casimir has adjusted the strips of silk to increase their length without completely freeing me.

He guides my knees into a mild bend and then lifts my ass so he can ram into me while staying upright. When I gasp against Stavros’s lips, the former general only kisses me harder.

The courtesan picks up his pace, filling me over and over again. The head of his cock strokes the most sensitive spot deep inside.

At my next moan, Stavros tears his mouth from mine to scorch a path to the crook of my jaw. His hand teases over my chest to cup one breast.

His cocky drawl, turned nearly liquid with lust, resonates into my ear with a tingle of his breath. “You like letting him take you, hmm, Lady Thief? How much can you open yourself up? Let’s see you give him everything.”

I thought I already was, but the words make me whimper with the desire to comply. Somehow I manage to splay my hips even wider, to buck even more eagerly into Casimir’s thrusts.

The courtesan groans in approval and rests his thumb on my clit. He fingers me as deftly as if he’s playing a song on my body while he pounds into me ever faster.

Stavros nips my earlobe before his darkened voice reaches me again. “So obedient for once. See how good it can be when you let someone else call the shots? Next time it’ll be me driving into you, taking you right over the edge.”

The combination of the promise and Casimir’s talented thumb sends me careening into ecstasy with the courtesan’s next thrust. As the blaze of my second orgasm roars through my body, a ridiculous stream of sounds tumble out of me.

Stavros’s mouth brands the side of my neck, his fingers stroking my breast through my release. Casimir’s grip on my ass tightens, and then he’s bowing toward the other man as he loses himself to his own climax.

We linger there for a minute, breathing heavily, coming back to ourselves.

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