Page 83 of The Sorrow of Shadows

He’s still fully hard inside me, not having reached his climax. I rock gently against him and nod in agreement.

“I’m going to need you to hold on, Princess,” he warns, flipping me from his lap onto my back.

Then he’s fucking me just as hard as he has before, his hips snapping against mine in a glorious, frantic pace that has another orgasm building. He pins me down by my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me lightheaded, but not lose consciousness. It takes my arousal to an even higher level, my body tingling from the lack of oxygen mixed with the pleasure from his fucking.

I scream my second release; this time he comes with me.

He releases my throat, and I suck in a needy breath, fightingoff the blackness dancing at the edge of my vision. Our breaths mingle as we come down from our combined release, eventually returning to even after a few minutes.

He rolls off me, pulling me onto my side and wrapping an arm around me.

“You’re awfully cuddly post-fuck,” I say fighting off a yawn.

“Are you complaining?” he asks, his fingers drawing patterns across the skin of my back and sides.

I giggle at the tickling sensation. “No, it’s just unexpected.”

“Did the general of the Rimorian army just giggle?” he asks in mock surprise.

“I happen to be incredibly ticklish,” I say through another giggle as his ministrations on my side continue.

“Oh, you are, are you?” he teases, then goes from light touches to full-on tickling my side.

I squirm, struggling to breathe through my laughter, then push against him. “S-stop. Please,” I gasp through my laughter. “I can’t handle it!”

He’s on top of me now, tickling both sides, showing me no mercy. I’m pinned between his legs, unable to escape.

“No, I don’t think I will.” He laughs and continues his attacks. “It’s just too damn adorable that someone as fierce and terrifying as you can be brought down by tickles.”

I’m gasping for breath and fighting the urge to pee from laughing so hard, while simultaneously hitting him in the chest every chance I get.

“Mercy! Mercy, please,” I beg. “I’ll give you anything.”

He stills above me and quirks a brow. “Anything?”

One hand has both of mine pinned above my head, while the other hovers right at my side, ready for another attack should I disagree.

“Anything,” I promise.

“Sleep with me tonight. I don’t care that we’re in my parent’s house, I need you in my arms.”

I consider his request—demand, rather—and nod. “On one condition,” I offer.

“And what is that?”

“It’sjustsleeping. I’m not willing to risk any other lewd behavior being discovered.”

He grins and says, “I accept your terms. Just sleep.” The look on his face has me doubting his intentions, but I agree anyway.

“Now get off me, you pain in the ass.”

“As you wish,” he says, rolling off and resuming our previous position.

“Aurelius?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“Don’t you dare tell anyone I’m ticklish,” I say, deadly serious.

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