Page 105 of The Sorrow of Shadows

I’m beyond any ability to deny his commands, so I drag my fingers down to my clit and rub in long slow circles. The building pleasure in my low belly turns into a raging inferno as I hover on the precipice of bliss.

“I can feel your tight little pussy clenching down on my cock. So fucking tight, Princess.” He groans as his cock continues slamming into me, hitting that delicious spot deep inside me.

My fingers increase their pace as I chase my orgasm. Within moments I shatter, falling over the edge and shuddering through my release. I scream my pleasure for the infuriating male behind me.

“Fuck yes, little demon,” Aurelius grunts as his own release finds him. His hot cum fills me as his dick pulses inside me.

He stays buried in me for several more minutes as our breathing returns to normal. Finally, he slips his softening dick out of me, and the warm liquid runs down my inner thighs.

I can’t help the moan that slips out as I feel his fingers slip back into my oversensitive pussy.

“What are you doing?” I whimper.

“Just making sure my seed stays where it belongs,” he whispers.

“You’re incorrigible,” I half-heartedly complain.

He just shrugs and pulls his fingers out, then pulls my pants back into place. Flipping me around to fully face him, he commands me, “Open.”

I cock a brow at him but do as he requests, opening my mouth for him. He feeds me the fingers that were just buried deep inside me and are covered in his cum.

“Now suck,” he says, grinning at me.

I close my lips around his fingers and suck, savoring the mix of his salty release and my own tangy arousal. My tongue wraps around each digit, cleaning them thoroughly before he’s satisfied.

He takes my face between his thumb and forefinger. “Good girl,” he praises, leaving me with one last punishing kiss.

As he opens the training room door, I storm after him. “We aren’t done with this conversation, Aurelius.”

“We are for now. I have places to be, Princess.” His lips quirk up on one side, clearly entertained with my lingering frustration toward him, then disappears down the hallway.

It’s sometime after midnight as I lay in bed, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. Aurelius lays beside me, sleeping soundly, an arm draped over my stomach. I’ve been tossing and turning for hours, unsure what is keeping me awake.

Maybe it’s restless energy, maybe it’s the images of my friend’s decapitated and crucified body that won’t leave myhead, or the fact that every time I close my eyes, I’m reliving Nameah’s last moments as she dies in Aurelius’s arms. Maybe it’s all of it.

I slide out of bed, leaving Aurelius sleeping peacefully, and silently pad across my room to the door. The door clicks shut softly, and I drift down the hall in search of something to drink.

When I reach the kitchens I find I’m not the only one who can’t find sleep.

“Prince Ayden, I didn’t expect to find you here.” I give him a questioning look as I take in his sleep-mussed state. He’s dressed in loose-fitting linen pants and a black silk robe that hangs open, leaving his chest bare. The deep brown waves that grow longer on the top are tousled and messy, like he’s been running his fingers through them.

“That makes two of us, Princess. What brings you to the kitchens at this hour?” he asks as he pulls out a second mug and sets it on the counter in front of him.

“Tea, of course.” I round the counter and stand next to him as he prepares tea for the both of us.

He smiles softly. “Then you’re in luck.”

It’s too easy for me to forget I don’t trust this male, that I suspect he has something to do with my friend’s death, when he’s so charming. The mask he normally wears has been dropped; this is the real Ayden I’ve glimpsed a few times. I see so many sides, I never know which one to expect.

He stirs in a healthy amount of honey and raises the mug to his lips. I reach for mine but hesitate.

“How do I know this isn’t poisoned?” I ask, staring at him.

He sighs, “Poison isn’t really my style, love.” He takes the mug from my hand, takes a sip, and then hands me his own in exchange.

“There. Now if it’s poisoned, we’ll both die.”

“So dramatic,” I tease and sip the tea. The warm liquid runs down my throat and makes my taste buds dance.

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