Page 24 of Of War and Realms

He’s trying to replace Andras’s lingering touches with his own. With pleasure. Will that work? Will this finally allow my body to associate being touched as a good thing, instead of something to immediately fear?

The only way to know is to submit to him completely. So I do.

I let go as he works my pussy and neck, causing a war between my physical and mental self. Eventually, though, the fighting dies down and I sag into his hold. I groan, leaning into his grip on my neck instead of away from it. He captures my lips, and I thread my trembling fingers into his dark hair.

I need him now.

His eyes dart to my parted lips and back up as I pull away. “Thank you.” A devastating smile blooms on his already handsome face. I can’t stop my own, so I grab both of his hands and pull him over the edge with me.

We fall. We fall too fast…and yet, time seems to still around us.

I do not believe he has done this before, so I prepare to use my magic in the case he loses his nerve. But he doesn’t. He slows us to a halt about halfway down.

We’re stationed right under the ravaging water, though it’s not pummeling the shit out of us. I look over to see it bending slightly, so he’s clearly using his air to soften it. He’s flattened on top of me, and it almost feels as if I’m laying in a bed made of rushing water.

Fuck, does he look good.

The sun highlights each muscle as they hold him above me; it also gives the water a nice glow, making him look ethereal. His normally messy hair falls over his head, dangling as a nice contrast to the bright blue of the sky. The glistening skin of his face seems to melt into pure ecstasy, barely moving when he smirks at my obvious perusal.

I finally look into his eyes and my breath catches. If the sun is highlighting everything else on his body, the shadows are deepening the color of his irises. The color of trees at midnight, with just one ray of moonlight to outline their silhouette.

He looks like a god. No, he looks like the god. Because who gives a fuck about the rest of them when he exists?

“You keep looking at me like that, Nell, and I won’t be able to hold us much longer.” His voice is pure sin; I writhe under him, feeling desperate for his touch.

“That’s fine,” I pant, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “Let us fall. I don’t care. I just need you inside me…right the fuck now.” His answering chuckle shoots heat straight to my core.

He lifts us up, turning so we’re just behind the falls and I’m nearly pressed against the jagged mountain. That would absolutely shred my back if he fucked me against it…

I must be starting to like the color of blood because the next words that leave my mouth sound nothing like me. “Cas, I want you to shove me against the mountain and fuck me like you hate me.” He looks between my eyes for a moment before nodding, raising a hand to circle my throat.

“My queen will have whatever she wants,” he taunts, the words dripping with malice. Not a moment later, the wall at my back disappears and my prince doesn’t hold back as he drives me into the sharp stone. My mouth drops open on a silent scream as my body attempts to decide if this sensation is pain-pain or pleasure-pain.

I groan when the rock slices my skin, allowing my blood to coat the unforgiving surface. Casmir positions himself between my legs, grabbing deeply where my hip meets my thigh, and thrusts his cock into me mercilessly. A strangled moan escapes me and he tightens his hand around my throat in response, effectively cutting off almost all of my air. His other hand keeps me still as he pounds so hard I’m convinced I’ll prolapse before he’s finished with me.

“This is what you wanted, princess?” He breathes against my mouth, his forehead grinding into mine. “To be treated as nothing more than a hole for my pleasure?” He releases my throat just enough to allow an answer.

I nod frantically. The severe pain at my back, the lack of air, and the way he’s attacking my pussy are all pushing me toward an edge I can only describe as unfathomable bliss. “Yes.” I barely manage the one word as he tightens his hold to the point that my lungs are completely cut off.

“Come on me, then. I want to feel your walls squeeze my cock. I want to know just how much you love being degraded by the Prince of Anloria.”

His words do something primal to me, sending pulses of heat through my entire body. I try to moan—try to breathe. But I can’t. Instinctively, I want to push him away so he doesn’t kill me.

But mentally? Fuck, what a way to go. I want everything he’s willing to give.

A few more thrusts with intense pleasure and pain competing for the upper hand and I feel myself jump. My vision darkens just as Cas releases my throat and the building orgasm bursts, pummeling every part of my being right down to my soul.

I wheeze in delicious air, whimpering as I curl myself around Casmir. His arms wrap me in a cocoon and he grips my hair, cursing to himself when his hot release fills me. We hold each other like that for several minutes before he lifts his head.

“Nell, fuck, you’re bleeding too much.”

I shake my head, cupping his face. “It’s fine, it will heal.” My lips capture his and we taste each other until we’re both panting again. I pull away to look him in the eyes. I want him to understand just how much I mean this. “Thank you.”

Maybe my methods are fucked up, but for the first time in months, a seed of hope writhes in my chest. Eventually, I could be completely rid of him.

His touch, smell, features, smile, voice, intentions…all of it gone. No longer a lingering memory on my skin or in my mind. This is the first time I’ve felt like it could happen, and I didn’t realize just how badly I needed that realization until now.

I hug Casmir tightly, tears quietly streaming down my face, accompanied by the humidity and mist of the rushing water next to us. He and Emrys will never understand what they’ve done for me. There’s no fucking way I would ever choose anything but them. I’m appalled that I even considered it at one time. But not any longer.

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