Page 62 of Foretold

“She won’t be coming back.” The words sound like they are torn out of him.

I sit up on my knees and run my hand down his back. “I know, I saw a vision… I saw what happened,” I admit, swallowing hard. I don’t know why Bane did what he did, but I’m thankful for it. Killing her would have eaten Rave alive every time Vale asked about what happened to his mother.

He goes silent, taking a deep breath. “Do you think I did the right thing?” He turns his head, and his beautiful blue eyes fall on me, watching closely, intimately, wanting reassurance.

“I do. And I think what Bane did… he did the right thing too.”

His eyes close and then open, his vulnerability washed away with my assurance. “I owe him. I fucking hate that, but I do.” He tilts his head to the side. “The one thing he wants he’s not fucking getting, though. You’remine.”

Resting against the headboard with the sheets rumpled around my waist, Rave turns and gazes at my breasts before bringing his now-black eyes back up to mine. The air in the room thickens with desire.

“If I’m yours, why don’t you come here and prove it?” I rasp out, smirking at him. I’m going to take his mind off things, and there’s no better way than a good, hard fuck. His eyes narrowing, he slides off his leathers and crawls onto the bed, pulling away the sheet with a hard tug and exposing me fully.

His hand spans my throat, fingers gripping as he pulls me to his lips, kissing me deeply. “You sure you want to test me right now, Princess?”

Biting down on his lower lip, he groans and lets go of my throat, grabbing my hips and flipping me over so I’m on my hands and knees.

“Hands on the headboard,” he growls out, and I do as I’m told, spreading my thighs like an offering. He slides a finger over my pussy, moaning when he finds me drenched. “So fucking wet for me.”

He kisses down the side of my neck, fingers playing with my nipples. I feel his hard cock press up against my ass, and I grind back against him. He slaps my ass, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

He lowers his head and eats me out from behind, catching me off guard.

“Fuck.” I know I’m not going to last long, especially with the way his tongue is expertly stroking over my clit in a circular motion that he knows drives me fucking crazy. My hands drop, and he lifts his face to command, “Hands back up.”

Gripping the wood once more, I move back against him, so fucking turned on and needing more. “Please.”

“You make me so hard when you beg.” He slides a finger inside my pussy while the other strokes over my ass, gently applying pressure. We’ve never done any butt stuff before, but when he slides a wet finger inside, it’s all it takes to push me over the edge, and I violently come, my body trembling as I cry out. Rave drags my pleasure out, his fingers now stroking my clit ashe slides his big cock inside me from behind in one deep thrust. I’m so wet I feel the dampness on my thighs, and when Rave wraps my hair around his hand, pulls my head back, and starts fucking me hard, I’m moaning so loud that the whole fucking castle can probably hear. I sit up so my back is against his chest, pushing back against his dick.

“Such agood…fucking… girl,” he growls out, punctuating each word with a hard thrust before pulling out of me and flipping me onto my back, lifting my legs over his shoulders and sliding back in. I grab the side of his neck, my nails gripping his flesh as his gaze is stuck on where we are connected. His shadows stroke over my nipples, and he keeps staring at his cock going in and out of my pussy with an intensity that sets my body on fire. I make a whimpering sound as he marks that response, always taking note of what I respond to. He stares down at me in awe. It’s an indescribable feeling to be looked at like that and feel this love and amazement at me just through his eyes.

“You take me so well. You were made for me, Astrid. All. Fucking.Mine.”

“Yes, I’m yours,” I whisper. He lowers his head with a growl and kisses me. We come together, and then he gets a warm cloth to clean me. I raise my hand to cup his face, and he smiles, flashing me his dimple.

This male, this king, is fucking mine.

It was Foretold.

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“Do you think you could hold a shield while I eat your pussy?” Rave asks me the next morning as I step out of the bathroom. He’s dressed for the day, his black tunic showing off his smooth chest and folded up to his forearms, showing off his strong, veined arms. He’s wearing a hungry look that I know all too well.

“Want me to skip training with Bob today and try thatinstead?” I ask, letting my towel drop to the floor.

He’s meant to go to training himself, but apparently, he didn’t get enough of me last night. Coming to stand before me, he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the bed, kissing me gently. He then kneels in front of me, spreading my thighs as he trails sinful kisses everywhere except the place I want him to be. My breath catches in my throat as he finally brings his face to my sex, his warm breath tingling my skin. He peers up at me, and I hold his intense stare for a long moment.

“Shield,” he then commands at the same time his lips and tongue start to devour me.

Fuck.

Lifting my hands, I push out a shield over us, holding it firm, while he starts to eat me like a starving man, licking me up and down and over my clit. My thighs start to tremble, but I try to keep my mind focused, holding the protection over us.

I’m not going to lie, it’s fucking hard.

Especially with Rave on his fucking knees in front of me, worshiping me.

It doesn’t take long for him to bring me to climax, and I’m about to return the favor and choke on his cock when there’s a knock on the door. We share a look, then turn our heads toward the door.

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