Page 36 of Desecrated Reign

Rohan throws his head back as the sound of relief pushes past his lips. Then, bringing his gaze back to mine, he takes my hand in his and slips the ring onto my finger. Before I can react, he rises to his feet and holds out his hand to help me up. With one swift tug, I barrel towards his chest, barely catching myself with my palms.

His eyes sparkle beneath the water reflecting from the waterfall as he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my leg around his waist and grip the sides of his face between my hands. Then, resting my forehead against his, I lose myself in the way he looks at me—like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held in his arms. Just like that first night in the forest, his powerful scent invades my senses, a hypnotic citrus blend with notes of vetiver, birch, and musk, and I lose myself in all things Rohan.

I taste our shared breath and feel the thud of our combined heartbeats as we fumble back toward the boulder behind us. Within seconds, my thong-covered arse greets the cool rock, and Rohan’s lips mesh against mine. Leaving no room for protest, he wraps his hand around my throat as he slips his tongue past my parted lips. My hands roam over his biceps, exploring every divot as he pins me up against the rock with his unwavering hold.

“Fucking hell, Saoirse.”

His boxer-clad hips grind against my pussy, and I toss my head back, releasing a needy moan into the night. Dropping his hold on my throat, his hands roam over my exposed ribs as his tongue slides down the column of my neck. “You taste like heaven wrapped in sin, baby. Need to be inside you.”

“Nobody is stopping you, King. My pussy belongs to you.”

The groan that falls past his lips makes my core clench as want shoots through me. “Turn around, Saoirse,” he whispers against my lips. “And when you do, I want you to spread those sinful legs for me. Understand?”

“Yes.” Doing as he commands, I pivot my torso and climb on top of the rock to rest my knees against the cold, hard surface.

From behind, I hear Rohan rustling as he eases his wet boxers off. “Now pull those panties to the side and show me your dripping cunt.” Leaning on one elbow, I reach between my legs and pull my thong to the side.“Good girl. Now, touch yourself for me, love. Show me how you fuck yourself with my ring on your finger.”

His hand palms my ass, taking hold of the thong that’s still damp from our swim in order to keep it from blocking his view as I bring my fingers to my opening and ease them inside. Rocking my hips back and forth, I slide my digits in and out, moaning with every extraction, and gasping with every thrust.

“That’s it, mo bhanríon. I can see your juices glistening off the diamonds.” Peering over my shoulder, I am transfixed by the intense way he’s watching my every move. His tongue peeks out from between his lips, swiping at the bottom one. “Tell me, love. Do you want me to replace those fingers with my cock?”

“Yes,” I pant, needed him more than I need fucking air. “Fuck me, please.”

With his free hand, he lines the tip of his cock to my entrance, and even though my fingers are still fucking my pussy, he grinds against me, pushing his way inside, stretching me with a punishing thrust. “Fuck, baby. Keep fucking that pussy with your hand. Don’t stop, move with me.”

Once he is fully seated, he rolls his hips as he grips mine. “Can you feel how good that is, baby?”

“God, yes.” My breaths quicken, panting through the ecstasy flooding my veins.

Before long, Rohan places his hand between my shoulders, curving my spine for a better angle. Stopping myself from face-planting on the stone, I take my hand from my dripping cunt and catch myself.

He slides his hand around my centre, and his muscles ripple as he teases his hand over my breast, propping me on his forearm. Every thrust hits harder, and he grinds his hips upward while drawing his fingers to my throat. Clasping them around my neck, he steals the breath from my lungs. With his other hand, he grips my ponytail, tugging my head back as his movements become frantic, thrusting harder and deeper. “I’m gonna spend the rest of my life fucking this pretty pussy, baby.”

“Oh god, Rohan. There, right there.” My walls clamp around him as my body rushes towards my release.

“That’s it, love. Squeeze my cock until I’m filling you with my cum.”

Dropping his hold on my hair, he grips my shoulder, then, using the new leverage, he drags my body up and down his shaft with rough tugs. “Fucking hell, King. I’m gonna come.”

Leaning closer, he moulds my back to his chest as he continues his pursuit. His hand tightens around my throat as he turns my head so he can slam his mouth against mine. My hands grip his arm, roaming over the bulging veins as he pounds into me like a man possessed. Then, pulling back slightly, his eyes find mine as his voice drops to a rough command. “Come for me, mo bhanríon.”

There’s nothing I can do to stop my body from exploding around him as I cry my release into his mouth. Still trembling from the high, Rohan’s thrusts quicken, then he grips my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down as he pumps my pussy full of his cum.

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SAOIRSE

“Could you move any slower?” Brodie snaps as he waits for Shannon to finish scaling the rocks next to the waterfall. “You’re holding everyone up with your tortoise pace.”

“What crawled up your crotch and died?” Shannon throws a murderous glance over her shoulder. “Maybe I’d be moving a wee bit quicker if I hadn’t spent the night lying next to a snoring Goliath.”

“Says the girl who spent half the fucking night grinding her fucking teeth.”

Releasing one hand off the wall, she gives him the finger. “Piss off, Brodie.”

My head swivels towards Rohan, who’s standing behind me, and I shoot him a What the fuck is happening? look.

Shrugging his shoulders, he shakes his head.

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