Page 112 of The Princess's Chosen

Without warning, his cock was at my entrance, and then he was forcing me down onto his length in one endless, exhausting, shocking stroke. My nails dug into Daniel's back, my mouth open against his throat in a silent cry as he stretched and filled me relentlessly.

The carriage bumped, and we both shouted as he sunk in to the hilt. My legs tied around his waist, my hands sliding up the back of his head to knot in his hair, and still Daniel held me tight.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No, Daniel, you feelwonderful," I said, even though ithadhurt a little, at first. But it was exquisite now, the way he seemed to touch everywhere inside of me, encouraged by the little bumps and rocks of the carriage. Neither of us moved, just held our breath until the next sudden buck of the carriage, both of us gasping.

"Shiiit," Daniel hissed, and then he released a soft laugh, leaning back just enough to share his massive smile with me.

I leaned in, grinning too, nibbling on his bottom lip and then moaning as the rhythm of the carriage grew more persistent, Daniel shuddering and humming inside of me. "Oh, oh, I think Aric should make a bed that is a carriage," I whispered, leaning back into the cradle of Daniel's folded knees at my back.

Daniel loosened one arm, his hand stroking gently up and down my chest, fingertips gently brushing over my breasts. I watched as he swallowed hard, touching and watching, his eyes fluttering shut with the next jump of the wheels on the uneven roads.

"I know you ought to repair the roads, but I also really think you shouldn't," Daniel said with a low chuckle.

Thump, rock!

"Ohh!"

My moan fell apart into laughter, and Daniel drew me back to his chest, panting, searching for my mouth. The kiss was slow and deep, a constant sweep and lick and suck, our noses occasionally bumping along with the rhythm of the ride. It was constant pleasure, and somehow simple and silly and shy too. I came once, holding tight to the magic after not even realizing I was so close, and smiling through the soft orgasm as Daniel writhed beneath me, fighting his own pleasure in the wake of mine.

"Fuuuck, can you really make a man stay hard for hours?" Daniel rasped, his head falling back to the opposite seat.

"Yes, but—"

"Good," he grunted, and then he was shifting, holding me fast to his hips as he rose up on his knees. "Elbows on the seat behind you, feet up on the opposite," he hissed.

It took a bit of work, and my body strained at the position, balanced precariously between the two benches, Daniel's grip on my hips holding me up.

He has you skewered, I thought, blinking at the obscene position I was in. And then Daniel's cock retreated and snapped forward into me, and all embarrassment faded beneath the shock and explosive pleasure of the clap of him against my sex.

I hated to think of what Cresswell or Owen must've said to the carriage driver, but in spite of the great howls and groans and gasps of pleasure Daniel and I made loudly and profusely, the ride never stopped. It was absurd, and it was hilarious, and it was impossibly good between Daniel's relentless fucking and the carriage's endless motion.

I came again with a scream buried behind my lips, my whole body trembling under an attack of pleasure, and Daniel fell with me, holding me against him as he bucked and sagged back down to the floor, bundling me tightly to his chest. I spared a little magic, my hand on his chest, and he groaned, sweat on his brow and cock twitching inside of me with his release and renewed arousal.

"Just like this," I said, wrapping my arms around him again, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Just gentle like this."

Daniel's hands caressed my sides, his own mouth sucking a mark on my shoulder. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, the world going dark outside, the shadows growing deeper in the carriage, our fingers exploring one another with tender curiosity.

"Call me yours again," Daniel rasped.

My hands drifted to cup his throat, his pulse pounding against my palm, his cock twitching inside me in anticipation of another release. He was close. I probably was too, for that matter.

I rode him a little, smiled at the hiss and tremble of him as I held his throat in my hands, thinking of the time I'd held a blade to it and rubbing over the spot with my thumb.

"You are mine, Daniel. My Chosen. Mine."

He came with a long, relieved groan, carrying me with him as he spilled hotly inside me and it splashed a little between us.

"Yours," he vowed against my mouth, the pair of us settling and going still, still wrapped around one another.

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"What a racket you made,"Thao teased as Daniel and I stumbled out of the carriage in front of the Winter Palace.

I glanced up, blushing, and paused as my eyes snagged on Cresswell's broad shoulders retreating away from us, his horse left behind.

"It's hard to ride in that state," Owen said in my ear, and I wasn't sure if he meant himself or Cresswell.

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