Page 153 of Dare

Curse him. If he wanted to stop me from crying, this wasn’t the way. Yet I couldn’t stop this man, wouldn’t stop him. My eyes clung to the sight, my chest constricting as he ran his mouth up my inner thighs. This vision of unbridled devotion wetted me anew.

At last, he released my legs and thumbed my folds, tracing the oval opening with concentrated urgency. My mouth fell open on a cry. Tilting his head, Jeryn watched the wetness seep from my cunt, liquid dousing his fingers. Helpless, I bent off of the grass as he traced me. Then I rolled my hips, coating his hand, the motion saying please, please, please.

“There we go,” he murmured. “Show me where you need me.”

“Inside me,” I chanted between gasps. “Get inside me.”

Crooning, Jeryn plunged his head between my thighs and stroked his tongue up the pleat. The cries kept coming, kept emptying. I snared fistfuls of his hair and rode his mouth, his tongue licking and probing my walls.

My hips vaulted as Jeryn strapped his mouth around my clit and sucked. Uttering a famished noise, he swerved his tongue over the crest, hardening the knob of flesh until my body shook.

But not enough. This wasn’t only about me. It was about us.

I made a plaintive noise and batted at his shoulders until Jeryn released my clit. My fingernails stabbed into his flesh, pulling on him.

Come here. Come to me. Come with me.

As he crawled up the center of my body, Jeryn’s hand lowered. Deftly, he picked open the closures of his pants, his gaze fusing with mine. I reached out to help, undoing the clasps, then kicking the material down his legs with my heels.

His cock jutted free, its girth ruddy and swollen, cum rising from the line at his crown. Staring at me, Jeryn shuffled the pants from his limbs. His naked body covered mine, my knees pitching high around his backside.

So much weight loomed above me, so much hardness. I’d never seen a glacier, but I imagined his complexion looked the same. Despite the sun, this trait hadn’t changed.

Hellfire. Jeryn.

He anchored himself upright, the better for us to witness each other’s undoing while waterfalls crashed into the neighboring pool. Muscle on muscle, bone on bone. My legs coiled around his waist, my fingers about to scar his back until it bled.

The prow of his cock braced against my pussy. We panted into one another’s mouths, wincing at the teasing pleasure. I bucked into Jeryn’s waist, imploring, pleading, demanding.

His eyes hooded. Deliberately, he nudged the inflated tip into the opening, accentuating the motion with a velvety request. “Tell me.”

“Fuck me,” I entreated, my words crackling like flames. “Let me fuck you back.”

“Seasons, Flare.” Falling victim to my plea, the prince grabbed my thigh and looped it higher, then swung his cock forward an inch. “What else?”

I mewled, “Lose control with me.”

Another groan. Another inch.

“What else?” he prompted. “Tell me what else.”

“Break down with me. Fall with me.”

He pivoted deeper, the width of his crown spreading my pussy. Although we kept our attention linked, I glimpsed his broad flesh sinking into me. The crest had vanished, and the stem darkened, the sight robbing me of breath, the contact staggering.

My eyes lifted to his. I gripped his face and drew my tongue across his lower lip. “Make us come.”

His features tightened, but his eyes gleamed. With a hiss, Jeryn slung his hips between my thighs, his cock flexing halfway into me.

Unable to stand it, I met him the rest of the way. Grasping his waist, I raised my hips and gave a shove, using the momentum to flip him over. On a husky grunt, Jeryn hit the grass while I swung my leg over his hips and landed astride him. Sitting upright, I straddled his body, all that strength and sinew expanding beneath me. I lowered my pussy fully onto his cock, engulfing him to the sac.

A noise ruptured from Jeryn’s mouth. He bowed into me and cut his fingers into my hips. “Fuck,” he seethed.

That word, coupled with his voice, charged through me. Awe and adoration electrified my veins. That, and an arduous sort of power. Not because I dominated him but because we shared that domination, equally given and taken.

My cry mingled with his groan. I shook above him, and he shook underneath me, my cunt grabbing him to the hilt. Divine Seasons, this feeling never wilted, this desire never waned. Rather, it kept growing, unfurling across every edge of my being.

I dug my fingernails into Jeryn’s chest, threatening to break skin. I knew how he liked to mix pain with ecstasy, as he knew I loved to marry tenderness with ferocity, lightness with darkness. We knew each other by now.

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