Page 86 of The Court of Truth

“Tell me how we do it then, Princess,” he rasps against my ear as his fingers slip into the waistband of my pants.

My breath lodges in my throat as his caress sends tingles through my body. With one hand teasing under the hem of my panties, he slips the other free from my pants to press between my shoulder blades. I lean forward without question, placing my palms flat against the table.

I can’t think about his question. His touch makes it impossible for me to think about anything other than the feel of his skin against mine.

“I can’t decide whether I should treat you with every idea you think of or wring you dry in hopes of making your mind flourish. I’m here to inspire,” he muses, sweeping his fingertip over my clit as he presses the outline of his monster cock against my ass.

Fuck.

“The latter. Definitely the latter,” I croak, acutely aware that there’s no chance in Hell that I’ll be able to think of anything. I need my prize in advance. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that when he slips his hand from my panties, stealing my breath along with his touch.

Crowding over me, his body pressed against the length of mine, he whispers in my ear. “Is that what you want, Princess? Do you want me to fuck you right here, in the royal council room where anyone could walk in and find us?”

I should say no.

I should.

But…

“Yes.”

He pauses.

One second. Two.

He’s going to correct me, he’s going to say it’s foolish. He’s going to… yank at the waistband of my pants, tugging them down just enough to expose my lace panties.

This is where he’s going to stop.

This is where he?—

Fuck.

My fingers curl into the engravings of the city etched in the wooden table, desperate for some kind of grasp as he skims his palms over the delicate material before tugging my pants down farther. The material gathers at my knees, goosebumps rising over my skin as the cool air washes over me.

A muted gasp parts my lips as he inches up the hem of my t-shirt just a little before he crouches behind me and rakes his teeth over the lace covering my ass. My body stiffens, desire coating my veins as my skin heats at his touch.

“Kryll.” His name is nothing more than a plea on my tongue, one that results in a wicked grin spreading over his cheeks as he continues to tease me.

“Let your hair down, Princess. I’m going to need something to hold on to.”

The ability to breathe is lost on me as his words consume me. It takes too long for me to actually realize what he wants me to do, and he’s already tugging at the braid when I quickly move into action.

My magic does all the work, loosening the ends, but they’re swiftly drawn tight again when he wraps the ends around his fist, tugging my head back with a groan.

“Just like that,” he breathes, crowding me from behind again, and I moan, unable to stop myself. “Now, let’s fuck these ideas of yours into place,” he murmurs before shifting his stance behind me. I feel the tug at my panties as he moves them to the side, revealing my needy core before the sound of his zipper rings through the air.

The heat of his cock bumps against my entrance a moment later, stealing my breath as his hold on my hair tightens and his other hand flexes around my waist.

I’m at his mercy.

I’ve been contorted into the position he needs me in, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“The room is muted, Princess. I want to hear you scream. Just know, if someone walks in here, I won’t be able to stop,” he rasps, his lips at my ear as he leans over me, and I shiver. “Nod if you understand,” he adds, his voice darkening with every syllable.

The second I do, I seal my fate and he thrusts his cock deep into my center. Any breath I had left is gone, pushed out to make space for his thick length. My pussy clenches around him, fluttering with need as he stretches me beyond words, and a soft moan parts my lips.

Thankfully, he holds still, giving me a second to adjust and try to find my next breath, but the second I release a ragged exhale, he’s moving again.

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