Page 31 of The Princess's Chosen

"That's it, Your Highness," Daniel rasped, one hand sliding under my skirt to squeeze my upper thigh, pushing me further open.

I cried out, head falling back and eyes gazing unseeing up at the ceiling as he rubbed at my clit, and I began to ride him in earnest.

"Ungh! Yes, yes that's it," he praised

I slapped a hand over his mouth, and Daniel bit my palm playfully, breath huffing. He groaned as I slid further down, grinding and rocking against his lap, shallow movements that kept him buried inside of me. His tongue flicked out, and it was a shocking kind of pleasure that echoed my cunt, making me moan and gasp, bouncing harder, faster. He kept it up, sucking and kissing at my palm, his thumb rolling my clit until I was nothing but movement, purely determined to crest, to reach the finish the Hunger had been craving since the last time I'd come.

I stiffened in his arms, and Daniel took over the work for us both, his arm around my waist hauling and dropping me on his length, hand working at the flesh of my pussy, teasing and touching. My hand slipped over his mouth as I started to shake, and Daniel sucked my fingers between his lips.

Aric's warning was the furthest thing from my mind. Even my own Chosen were distant. Daniel was there in front of me, but it wasn't really about him either. I just needed this horrible pressure that'd been building in me to finally snap, I needed the release.

And then it came, striking me with horror as I realized I had no idea where the magic would go, I pulled my hands off Daniel at the last second and came with a cry and a trembling, toe-curling rush, my eyes slamming shut. I clamped tight around Daniel's thick cock, felt his breath in my hair, and then the surface of the floor on my back.

Daniel's weight was gentle but his hips were not, crashing into mine as my legs and arms twined around him, my face buried in his throat.

"Oh, Bryony," he growled, his arm around my back tilting me up for the taking until I could feel himeverywhere, all the way up to my throat. It was punishing and desperate, and I squeezed around him as the Hunger circled, ready for its second course. Daniel's pelvis hit at the perfect angle, his free hand tugging on my hair until my face was turned to his.

For all the rough force of his fucking, the kiss was tender, searching, our breaths finding a rhythm until we were exchanging air. My back slid along the floor, a lace of my dress catching on a rough floorboard and pinching at my waist. I dug my heels against the floor, trying to brace myself against Daniel's driving fucking, my hands reaching out and grasping at the edge of the desk.

"Please," I whispered, although I didn't really know what I was asking for.

Daniel rose up on his knees, his shirt clutched in my fist, back exposed, and he lifted me, working me onto his cock at a new angle that left me limp and breathless.

The next climax came quick and brutal, my body soft and pliant one moment and as tense as a pulled bowstring the next, magic biting at my bones and veins as it burned through me and out into the air. Daniel shuddered and buried himself to the hilt inside me, teeth biting on my jaw as we fell apart together, my body milking his cock for the hot, soft burst inside of me. His arm was so tight around my ribs I could barely breathe, his fist twisted in my hair, and he turned us with a labored grunt, his back against the drawers of the desk with me collapsed against his chest.

His hand in my hair turned gentle at last, soothing carefully down the back of my neck as I trembled through the bright aftershocks. His head turned, lips grazing against my temple, and I flinched away.

The Hunger abated, still a snarl, but satisfied for the moment, and Daniel stilled beneath me.

"You are not Chosen," I breathed, my face tucked against his shoulder like a child hiding in their protector's arms.

But Danielwasn'tmy protector. He'd made that clear. He'd wanted to fuck me, and ideally, reassure the council of his position. And I…I had just let the Hunger have what it wanted, what I was significantly less sure of, no matter how exquisite it had felt.

I sat up slowly, trying and failing not to feel the shift of him inside me.

There was no fire in the face in front of me now, and no hard exterior either. Daniel was hollowed out. So was I. We were facing one another at our weakest.

"I don't trust you," I said, almost as if it were a decent explanation. "This was a mistake."

"You're blaming me?" Daniel asked.

"No," I said, because I understood the note of fear in his tone. "I'm just saying it shouldn't have happened."

"Now? It only just finished," he breathed, scoffing lightly.

I winced as I rose, all too aware of how full I'd been a moment ago.

"Bryony,wait," he gasped, lips red and hair rumpled as I stood and stared down at him. His hands reached for my waist until mine batted them away.

"You wanted to fuck me, and now you have," I said, stumbling back and to the side, trying to get the desk between us, for all the good it'd done as a barrier in the first place. I paused and gaped at the windows. They'd been foggy when I entered, rippled with age. Now they were smooth panes in shades of gold and blue, giving the room a peaceful quality that didn't suit the broken moment.

I heard Daniel scrambling behind me, and he stood, tucking his cock away but not bothering to fasten his pants. I'd torn a button off his collar at some point, left a scratch on his shoulder I could see in the corner.

My eyes rose to his and I tried not to flinch at the open confusion, the…wantstill lingering there. It wasn't lust now, and I suspected he was craving the same thing I was in the moment—some kind of affection to soothe the rough edges of the animal act. Except that I didn't trust Daniel. I didn't like Daniel. And I didn't want to share that with him.

"What do you want now?" I asked.

His lips parted, and nothing came out for several deep breaths until I grew sick of waiting for something I didn't really want to hear and I left the room.

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