Page 35 of The Court of Truth

“Do you think they can see us?” I ask, running my hand down her spine as she looks back out at the kingdom below.

“I don’t know,” she murmurs, a shiver running through her body at my touch, and I grin as my cock strains tighter than ever. She braces her arms on the window ledge, bent over at the perfect angle as she stares out into the night.

Fixing my hands at her waist, I slip my fingers beneath the hem of her camisole, feeling her skin pebble with goosebumps as a gasp rings in my ears.

“Well, let’s hope not, but there are no promises,” I murmur, shifting the direction of my fingers as I slip beneath the waistband of her shorts. They fall in a pool at her feet a moment later.

“No promises of what?” she asks, peering over her shoulder at me before glancing down at the fabric.

“There’s no promise no one will see us,” I state, undoing the button of my pants with my gaze still latched on hers, watching as her eyes widen with desire and a hint of panic.

“See wh?—”

Aiming my cock at her entrance, she tenses for a half a second before parting her thighs just enough for me to feel her damp core. She’s already wet for me. “Is my queen’s pussy desperate to be fucked, Dagger?” I ask, my voice deep and husky with need as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods.

“But the media could be?—”

“Fuck the media,” I grunt, sinking deep into her core. Her warmth spreads through my body, searing me with her brand of pleasure as her pussy clenches around my cock.

Her hands quickly move to grab the window frame, holding on for dear life as a low, gritty groan falls from her lips.

“I can stop if needed, though. Just give me the order,” I push, flexing my hips as I slowly retreat from her core.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she snarls, lips parted and eyes wide as she glares over her shoulder at me.

“So you want me to fuck you right here, at the window, for anyone to see?” I ask, acutely aware that I’m driving her insane. I pause with only the tip of my cock at her entrance, waiting for her direction.

Her gaze darkens as her tongue sweeps over her lips, but instead of answering with words as I expect, she pushes back on me in one swift move and fills her tight cunt with my cock once again.

“Fuck, Dagger,” I rasp, my fingers digging deep into the flesh at her hips as I try to calm the need burning inside of me.

I’m going to pound into her so hard we’re going to topple out of the window, and if we don’t make it that far, it’ll be because I come like an inexperienced fucker. I’m not going to win. Not even a chance. It’s laughable that I even tried to have the upper hand here.

“What’s wrong, Brody? Queen caught your tongue?” she teases, cocking a brow at me as I gasp for breath.

Nodding, I struggle to find an answer, and she uses that to her advantage as she repeats the motion, leaning slightly out the window before impaling herself on my dick. Again, and again, and again.

Shaking my head, I force myself out of my awe-induced stupor, determined to take control. My grasp on her hips turns deadly as I encourage her to hold still as I retract all the way, the tip of my cock glistening with the combination of our desire before I slam back into her.

“Fuck, Addi. You’re so tight. Always so fucking tight,” I groan, my breath coming in short, hot pants as I let my body take over.

“Brody. Brody, please,” she chants, taking every thrust of my cock, meeting me pound for pound at every turn.

“That’s it, Dagger. Let the city know who you belong to tonight,” I groan, her moans getting heavier as I slink a hand to the front of her body, finding her clit like it’s a beacon in the night.

One swirl of my fingers, followed by a tight pinch of her sweet nub, and she’s falling apart. Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard my vision goes black as she drags me through the tidal wave with her. My orgasm burns through my body, claiming me one gasp at a time until we’re a heap of sweaty limbs tangled with one another.

Reaching for her waist, I open my eyes and tug her back against my chest, refusing to retract my cock just yet. She slumps against me, her long blonde hair ghosting over my skin and making me shiver as I lean around her to close the window.

“I love seeing you with your hair down,” I breathe, kissing her shoulder as I finally pull my cock from her folds so I can lift her in the air.

She happily allows me to carry her bridal style as I stride toward the bathroom. “You do?”

I nod. “It feels like seeing a secret side of you when you have it down. Like it’s never safe enough when you’re on high alert, but when it’s just us, it feels like a sign that youaresafe.”

A soft smile tilts her lips as she nestles against my chest, neither confirming nor denying my assessment, which makes me treasure it even more. With her still in my arms, I flick the bath on, and the sound of running water fills the room.

“What are you doing?” she asks, looking up at me with tired eyes. I freeze, desperate to capture this moment forever.

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