Page 64 of The Sword & the Stone

"I need you," he rasped against my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "I need to be inside you…”

Merlin's hands slid down to grip my thighs, hoisting me up with a swift motion that had my back pressing harder into the stone wall. I wrapped my legs around his hips instinctively, the new position allowing me to feel the thick ridge of his arousal through his trousers. A broken moan fell from my lips as he ground against me, the friction delicious torture against my aching core.

"Fuck, Arthur," he groaned, his voice strained with barely restrained need. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How badly I've wanted this?"

I could only whimper in response, my head falling back against the wall as his lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my throat. His teeth grazed my collarbone, sending sparks of pleasure zinging through my veins.

Merlin's hand slid beneath the hem of my dress, the calloused pads of his fingers skimming up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Higher and higher he went until he reached the apex of my thighs and discovered my lack of undergarments.

"Gods," he choked out, his eyes slamming shut as his fingers delved into my slick heat. "You're dripping for me already, aren't you?"

I keened as he stroked me, teasing my clit slowly. Before I could respond, he was freeing himself from the confines of his trousers. He held me up with one arm, and I barely had a moment to beg him before he was notching himself at my entrance and thrusting deep in one smooth stroke.

"Oh gods!" I cried out, my head falling back and my eyes closing as he filled me so completely. The stretch and burn as my body yielded to his was exquisite, pleasure and pain blurring together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

Merlin stilled for a moment, his forehead pressing to mine as we both adjusted to the intensity. When his eyes met mine, they were glowing a vivid blue.

Then he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in with a force that had me seeing stars. Again and again he drove into me, hard and fast, the sounds echoing obscenely through the room.

He shifted the angle of his hips, striking a soft spot deep inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids. A high, keening cry tore from my throat and my back bowed, pressing my breasts against his chest.

His mouth found my neck, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave a mark. The sharp sting only heightened my pleasure, sending me hurtling closer to the edge.

Merlin abruptly pulled back, still buried deep inside me, and carried me across the room. We tumbled onto the large, plush bed in a tangle of sweat-covered limbs, never breaking our connection. The cool silk sheets were a shock against my flushed skin as Merlin loomed over me, caging me in with his powerful arms.

His eyes burned into mine, the vivid blue nearly eclipsed by blown pupils. The runes painted across his chest shimmered, casting an ethereal glow over his features. In that moment, he looked every inch the powerful sorcerer—raw, primal, and untamed.

"You're mine," he growled, punctuating the words with a deep, purposeful thrust that had me arching off the bed. "Say it, Arthur. Say you belong to me."

I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, filling me so completely that it made my head swim.

I looked up at Merlin through my lashes, a wicked grin spreading across my face even as he drove into me with punishing force. The runes painted across my skin suddenly flared to life, shining golden, reflecting off of Merlin’s skin.

"No, Merlin," I purred. He cocked his head as he slowed his thrusts, but I only dug my nails into him harder. "Youbelong tome."

Quick as a flash, before he could react, I surged up and flipped us over. Merlin landed on his back with a surprised grunt, his eyes wide and dark with need as I straddled him. His hardness throbbed inside me, stretching me deliciously as I slowly rolled my hips.

"Fuck…" he groaned, his hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. But I relished the slight pain, the way it mixed with the intense pleasure building at my core.

I leaned down, my hair cascading around us like a curtain of molten chestnut and gold curls. My breasts brushed against his chest, the peaked nipples visible through the sheer fabric. Merlin's gaze was riveted, his throat working as he swallowed hard.

Merlin let out a strangled groan, his grip on my waist tightening as his hips bucked up involuntarily. "I always knew you were going to be the fucking death of me."

"But what a way to go, hmm?" I teased, slowly lifting myself until only the tip of him remained inside me. Then I slammed back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Merlin cursed as his hands roamed my body, skimming up my sides to cup my breasts. He plucked at my nipples through the thin fabric. The sensation sent jolts of heat straight to my core. I arched into his touch, my head falling back as I lost myself to the building pleasure.

"That's it," he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Take what you need from me. Use me for your pleasure, my queen."

His words only spurred me on, and I redoubled my efforts, rolling my hips in such a way that my clit rubbed against his pelvis. The coil in my belly wound tighter and tighter, my inner walls fluttering around his thick length as I chased my impending climax.

Merlin must have sensed how close I was, because his hand snaked between our sweat-slicked bodies to find my clit. He rubbed tight, purposeful circles around the sensitive nub, the calluses on his fingers providing the most exquisite friction.

"Come for me, Arthur," he commanded, his voice rough and on the brink of a growl.

With a sharp cry, I shattered around him, my inner walls clamping down on his length as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Merlin groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust up into me erratically, chasing his own release.

Suddenly, a burst of blinding golden light exploded from my body, filling the room with an otherworldly glow. The runes adorning my skin shimmered and pulsed, as if alive with ancient magic. Merlin's eyes went wide, his grip on me tightening as his own release overtook him.

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