Page 193 of Dare

That baritone voice penetrated me to the marrow. Deep as a chasm, sharp as a blade, icy as Winter itself. Arousal puddled in the seam of my legs, my wet cunt pulsating.

Instead of obeying his request, I edged along the rim on jellied legs, expecting him to follow. Then I yelped. Jeryn’s arm punched through the mist, snatched my waist, and yanked me forward. I flew across the stones, my breasts jostling as the king slammed me against him.

“Gotcha,” he rasped, flanking my hips and steering me backward across the roof.

“Wrong,” I vowed against his feverish mouth, my hand cupping the bulge of his thick cock. “I’ve got you.”

A choppy breath fled his throat. “You’ve always had me. From that first moment on Summer’s coast, you were the most stunning creature I’d ever seen. In Autumn, you became more so.” Through the pants, his solid length warmed my hand. “Alluring. Intimidating.” He jerked me into him, rough but reverent. “That’s when you became the strongest creature I had ever seen. I could not think straight. With you, I have never been able to think straight.”

My heart leaped into the sky. On a covetous growl, I snared his waistband and tugged the king firmer against me. Our mouths smashed together, clinging and rocking into one another.

As our tongues fought, we erupted into motion. Stumbling with me across the platform, Jeryn peeled the gaping shirt from my shoulders. His lips fastened to mine, his tongue flicking deftly, electrifying my skin.

I whined into his mouth, the sound brushing against his groan. My hands snaked under the open waistband, dove into the heat of his body, and found his cock primed for me, the stem hard and hot. Molten noises skidded from his mouth as I palmed the weight of his sac, draped my fingers up the veins, and thumbed the wide crest. A bead of cum rose against my digit, intensifying the pounding between my thighs.

Jeryn pinned my frame to the nearest pillar and kissed me deeper, graver, needier. Together, we shoved the pants down his limbs. The bridge of his cock rose, flushed and flared at the head, the vision wrestling an appreciative sound from me. I wanted him inside my body, thrusting eternally, climaxing forever, filling that hole, the empty space no one else could reach.

My dominant hand siphoned up to his ruddy crown and down to the seat, and his mouth clamped onto mine. We traveled naked across the level, back to the cupola. Along the way, we attacked one another, taking turns to pin the other against the next available surface.

He nailed me to a wall, gasps jumping from my mouth on impact. Scooping one breast in his palm, Jeryn gusted his lips over my nipple and spoke against the sensitive peek. “I need to know if these perfect tits taste as I remember.”

His voracious mouth latched onto the bud, stretching it between his teeth and sucking. Embers blazed where he devoured me. I clawed through his hair, shoved my aching breasts firmer into his mouth, and chanted a million entreaties.

Spurred by my response, the king dragged his lips to the other breast and vanquished the last vestiges of my balance. My joints gave, but he bolstered my weight as he licked the shell, kissed my breasts, and groaned with satisfaction.

Then we were off again, steering one another across the ruins. My tongue sketched the cleft in his chin, his fingers traced my slick cunt, my teeth skated across his jaw, and his lips consumed the ledge of my ear. By the time we reached the cupola, he’d turned me into the sun—burning, flaming so hot and bright I could scorch the world.

At the top of this forest, I shoved Jeryn down onto the ledge. Overlooking the wild and the distant roaring sea, I climbed atop his lap.

At the same time, Jeryn snatched my hips, split them wide, and hauled me into his frame. My pussy bucked into his cock, the friction heavenly. I whimpered, my clit bracing his crown, sparks dashing across my skin.

Desire leaked from my body, coating the top of his erection, mingling with the fluid rising from the line of his tip. Restless, I strapped my arms around his shoulders and poised my entrance above the head.

Eyes glazed, Jeryn palmed my ass in one hand and clasped the back of my scalp with the other. “Only you. There has only ever been you.”

He didn’t mean strictly in the rainforest. My patient villain king had waited for me, as I’d waited for him. Three years, but not a second longer.

My eyes stung as much as his did, that single tear like a loose chip of ice. I flicked my tongue over his lashes, and his eyes darkened, the deep wells of his pupils pulling me in.

His cock twitched against my slit. My crease dripped down his flesh.

Jeryn pitted his fingers into my ass and held me firm. “Show mercy, Little Beast.” He nudged his cock. “Say it.”

I pressed my lips against his. “I love you.”

A hiss cut through him. Then he swept his waist upward. With one steady pump, the broad head splayed my cunt.

My mouth fell open, remembering this, missing this. My thighs shook around him, my knees bending on the ledge.

With another measured piston of his hips, his cock plied me deeper, reaching higher. A moan quavered from my lips. I matched the movement, giving in kind, swatting my waist and lodging him farther between my folds.

“Say it,” I echoed, gliding my teeth along his throat.

Jeryn fisted my hair. With slow, agonizing juts of his cock, he opened my pussy wider. “Your strength.” His waist circled, making my eyelids flutter. “Your fearlessness.” Fixing my hips to his, the king slid out and swung back in. “Your selflessness.”

He contorted his buttocks, the motions rendering me delirious with want. “Your words. Your voice.” Because he could hear me. Because he was the only one who’d ever truly heard me. “All of you.” My arousal smeared Jeryn to the base, pouring freely now and urging another groan from him. “I fucking love every piece of you.”

Then he lunged upward, his cock pitching to the hilt. I arched, a cry vaulting from me. Seasons, yes.

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