Page 53 of The Shadowbound King

“Hurry up,” Andrin said, seizing my hips.

A dark thrill shot through me as I settled over him, letting his length lodge in my cleft. “So eager,” I murmured, rolling my hips in a slow grind. Slick, filthy sounds drifted around us as his oiled shaft dragged up and down my hole. “I like you desperate, Andrin.”

He surged up, bringing his lips a hair’s breadth from mine. “Always,” he said hoarsely. “Always desperate for you.”

My breath hitched, surprise stilling my movements. His confession was nothing new. But the look in his eyes was so stark and raw that it almost hurt to look at him.

His auburn lashes swept down, veiling the emotion. “You can’t leave like that again,” he whispered. “Because I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear it if?—”

“You won’t,” I said, cupping his face in both hands. “You won’t bear it.” I claimed his lips, pouring ancient promises into the kiss because it was too dangerous to speak them aloud.Na-sessni, my kiss said, andna-tesku.I vow it. I love you.

Andrin returned the kiss, stroking his tongue boldly along mine. When we were both breathless, he wrenched away and then lowered his upper body to the bench once more. Drawing his knees up, he thrust his shaft against my hole.

“Show me you mean it,” he demanded, lust glittering in his eyes.

The command struck like a whip, the lash wrapping around my dick. My hair dripped water onto Andrin’s chest as I grasped his cock and positioned myself over it. His oiled cockhead nudged my opening and then speared me as I sank down.

All my muscles tightened, instinct screaming at me to stop, to reject the thick, slippery intrusion. A few deep breaths and muttered curses later, I relaxed, my passage opening around him. His cockhead popped past my ring, and I sank lower onto his shaft.

“Rane,” he croaked. For a moment, he seemed overwhelmed, his eyes sliding shut and the tendons in his neck going taut. Then his eyes slit open, and he grabbed my hips. “So good. So fucking tight for me.” He spread his legs and pressed me down until his balls were hot and snug against my ass.

We both groaned. His cock filled me, stretching my walls and nudging my gland. Precome glistened at my tip, and Andrin swiped it away with his thumb and sucked it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, my cock twitching. My heartbeat throbbed in my dick and ass, every pulse threatening to send me hurtling over the edge. But I didn’t want it just yet. Gritting my teeth, I breathed deeply, clawing back an inch or two of control.

“Good boy,” Andrin murmured, pride and satisfaction in his eyes. The praise set a new blaze inside me, and another bead of moisture welled at my slit. He left it clinging to my tip as he ran his hands up my thighs to my ass. “That’s my good boy.” He dug his fingers into my muscle, urging me to ride him. “Now, move.”

I rolled my hips, working my body up and down his dick. Andrin moved with me, spreading my cheeks as he thrust upward. His slippery shaft slid out a few inches and then slammed back inside, his cockhead nailing my gland.

We grunted together, quickly finding a rhythm. Pleasure rolled through me in thick, hot waves, little wellsprings of euphoria bubbling in my veins. And I’d been so wrong. Because this was better than hot water. It was the best thing. Maybe the only thing.

Andrin increased his pace, digging his heels into the cushion and thrusting harder and faster. Sweat sheened his chest andpooled in the hollows between his abs. Gaze fierce, he bucked under me, driving his cock in and out of my hole.

“Fuck, yes,” I said, reaching a hand back and grasping his thigh. I bounced harder, and my dick bounced with me, my shaft smacking his stomach. Our moans mingled. Reason deserted me, my thoughts blanking as pleasure pounded me, every blast like stepping from darkness into the searing sun. It hurt a little, but it was so, so warm and good. I got my feet under me, and I crouched over Andrin, my hands braced on his shoulders and my dick slapping harder.

Andrin’s growl of approval rumbled through the chamber. He held my ass on his palms, supporting me as he thrust faster, his hungry gaze fixed on the spot where his cock pumped in and out of me.

“That’s it,” he grunted, squeezing my ass and spreading me wider. “Come for me. Let me see it.”

I gasped, my hand flying to my cock as if it responded only to him. Gods, maybe it did. He’d staked his claim a long time ago, delving under my skin to mark his territory on sinew and bone.

His blue stare branded me anew as he held me, fucking me so fast his hips were a blur. My balls drew up as I jerked my cock, reality dissolving along with my willpower.

“Coming,” I panted. “Coming so hard…” The orgasm slammed into me, ripping a cry from my throat as I spurted thick ropes of seed across Andrin’s stomach and chest.

He came on a bellow, his fingers digging hard into my ass as he drove his cock up a final time. His curses littered the air as he pumped his scalding release inside me. He was still coming when he pulled his hands from my ass, letting me collapse on top of him. The world blurred as we held each other, panting and sweating. My ass spasmed, and Andrin groaned, his breath gusting hot against my ear.

Reality returned in bits and pieces. Water dripped somewhere. Sweat cooled on my skin. I lay draped over Andrin, my come slick between us. Little tremors frazzled through me as I pushed free of Andrin and flopped onto my back beside him. We lay like that for a moment, catching our breath.

Eventually, he scrubbed a hand over his face, then rolled toward me and lifted onto one elbow. “How was it in the Edelfen?”

Memories rushed me, swirling shadow and chattering crows invading my head. “Unimproved,” I said, shoving the visions away.

“But no worse?” Andrin pressed.

“I don’t think it can get any worse.”

Andrin looked toward the chamber’s sole window high on the wall. “It can get worse.”

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