Page 54 of The Horde King of Shadow

The chamber air felt chilled against my hot flesh. When I looked down at my cock, I saw the way it shimmered with her come. Just the mere sight had me squeezing my fingers tight around the base in an effort to calm my arousal.

My cock bobbed against my abdomen when I lifted Klara away from the pillar. I was harder than I’d ever been in my entire life, on the verge of coming after just a few moments. When had I ever feltanythinglike this? This possessive, maddeningneedfor a lover?

It’s the blessing,I argued. It was only logical.

Though, in the back of my mind, I also knew from experience that you couldn’t fake sexual chemistry likethis, even with magic.

Klara was open and sensual, demanding. Everything I desired in a lover…though I strongly suspected she’d never been with another male before.

“Need more,” she gasped. “How?”

I kissed her, feeling the warmth of her body pressed so tightly against my own. She was soft where I was hard, giving where I was unyielding.Perfection.The slide of her skin made me shiver.

I lowered Klara to the ground, near the shallow, sacred pool, using her dress to soften the stone as I positioned her into place. On her hands and knees before me, I felt a rumble of pleasure and satisfaction. Her body was beautiful. Soft with generous curves that begged for my grip. So unlike the Karag lovers I’d had before.

When I entered her from behind, I gripped her hips hard, and I heard the scrape of her nails against the stone floor. I heard her distant, desperate cry through the rushing in my ears. When I started again, my hips pumping into her own, I found I couldn’t stop.

There was something erotic in knowing that I was so much stronger than her, knowing she was submitting to that strength.A tantalizing thrill went through me, knowing she would take whatever I gave her, knowing she would need it as desperately as I did.

I moved a hand to her upper back, pressing her into the floor, making her back arch and her hips raise. And when I slid inside so deeply, hitting a spot that made us both cry out as black spots burst in my vision, I didn’t know if this moment wouldeverbe enough. How could it ever be enough?

I felt mysyn’ra—which I knew the Dakkari called adakke—press into her ass on my next thrust, the wickedness of it making my sac draw tight. If I wasn’t careful, I would come easily.

“I wish you could feel this,” I growled, briefly leaning down to nip at her shoulder, pressing my lips against her skin. “How good you feel,aralye.”

She nearly felttoogood.

When I felt water lap around my knees, my brow furrowed, momentarily cutting through the haze of pleasure. I’d pounded into her so hard that I’d pushed us both into the shallow pool, scraping our knees against stone, pain we couldn’t feel. Beneath the surface, I saw the shimmer of Zaridan’s scale and felt the tendrils of heartstone magic reverberate up my spine. It made my jaw tighten, and I imagined that I could feel the strokes of magic up my skin, not entirely comfortable, but it only added to the sensation of being connected with Klara.

Her gasp sounded when I drove deep again. The splash of water sounded as her back arched and her hands clamored for purchase against the shallow floor of the pool.

“Yes, Sarkin,” she keened. “How…how can it feel like this?”

Her voice was a choked cry.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, lowering myself down over her back, our bodies pressed together. She arched into me, as if needing to feel the heat of my skin even more than was possible. “Going to come,aralye! I can’t withstand this much longer.”

“Come!” she pleaded. “You’re going to make me come again too.”

I gritted my teeth, my abdomen swooping with those delicious words.Fuck.She was perfect.

“I can feel them,” she breathed. “Everywhere.”

I knew what she meant, even though the knowledge brought a shiver up my spine. We weren’t alone here. And Lishara demanded we see her blessing through. Klara was sensitive to their influence, could feel things I likely couldn’t, though I gleaned a fraction of what she felt.

One hand went beneath her, finding her wet and slick and hot where we were joined. My thumb pressed into her clit, gently strumming in time with my thrust, and a choked sob tore from her throat. Her body went tight again as my pace increased, and I felt her clench around me as her pleasure ripped her in two. A desperate cry left her lips. A constant growl was reverberating up my throat, vibrating our bodies.

A tight bundle inside me was unravelling. I chased that aching heat, pouring my strength into my thrusts, hearing her orgasm echo in the chamber.

“Hanniva!” she cried.

Please!

My thrusts faltered, becoming choppy as my come sizzled up my cock. I bellowed my release, the orgasm being wrung from my body, squeezing and punishing.Elation and ecstasy.It stole my strength, my limbs shaking as the sacred heartstone water splashed all around us with my erratic thrusts.

And when it was over, I was spent, dragging in ragged, deep breaths. Beneath me, Klara was holding herself up on shaking arms, and I groaned, dragging her upward to take the weight off her. Her back was plastered to my front as we kneeled in Lishara’s sacred pool. My arm was wrapped around her waist like a vise, keeping her in place even as she trembled. Ourbreaths slowed, but I knew she could feel the wild beat of my heart against her shoulder.

Still seated deep inside her, I felt her inner walls squeezing me, trying to draw out every last drop of my come. Still.

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