Page 32 of The Storm of the Empire

“So I ask again, why the need for so much discussion?”

“Just trying to do the right thing.” He lifted his shoulders, so sure of himself while also kind.

What a strange mix of a creature.

“Shut up and touch me.”

He was on me then. My tunic was lifted over my head and thrown over his shoulder, and I found myself perched on a crate. His mouth explored my neck and chest while his hands made light work of my leathers. He stripped them completely off, boots and all, and then he drank me in.

“Breathtaking,” he whispered.

Hardly, I thought.

Undersized and too athletic for most tastes was my lot. But I wasn’t displeased with my body. His fair skin contrasted with the darkness of my own in the low light as we came together. Pink to my deep bronze.

I nodded to his under clothes, not that they were hiding much. “Now you.”

He divested himself of the garments in no time, and then we were face to face, naked and poised, but if any more time passed before one of us made a move, it was going to become seriously awkward.

“Luka,” I warned.

“Patience,” he scolded.

“It’s running thin.”

His fingers trailed up my thigh, and I shivered even in the muggy air of the cellar. He paused before he touched where I wanted him, and I held my breath.Come on Luka, don’t toy,I said in my head, but I wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction of the extent of my need.

He did toy, though. He feathered his fingers teasingly rather than giving me what we both knew I wanted, and I snapped, standing to meet him chest to chest. I shoved him back against the wall and took his dick in my hand, showing none of the teasing he had. I wanted this, and I was tired of waiting.

He blew out a breath as I stroked, and I glared at him in challenge. But he gave no objection. For long moments, he relented to my touch and savored the sensation. Then his eyes darkened, and I sensed a turn.

Slowly, he stopped my hand, taking my wrist in his grip and slipping my hand from his length. He spun me and pinned me facing the wall with my arm locked against my back in his firm grip. He was taking all the control back, and it made me wet.

He knelt behind me and grasped my hips, angling me for better access while spreading me wide open. Then his talented tongue was exploring. He licked me from my clit to my arse, and I shuddered at the sensation.

He muttered some kind of prayer to the Goddess, but I feared that while committing this act in her holy temple, she would not save him, and I didn’t care.

Both of us be damned so he could get inside me quicker.

He played with his fingers at my entrance, and I wanted to beg for him to sink them inside, but I bit my tongue. He would likely make me wait longer if he knew how desperate I was.

My silence was rewarded as he plunged his fingers in without warning, and I cried out, the sound immediately swallowed by the storm.

He worked me, finding a spot inside that felt brand new. Maybe it was the position, but I had never been touched in such a way. Never found myself building in moments from just fingers in my cunt and no touch to my clit, but there I was, quickly getting there. Panting from the pleasure and pressing my fevered skin into the cool wall, my legs began to tremble, and I felt all my control slipping.

Who was this fae, and where did he learn such a thing?

I wasn’t aware that he had gotten to his feet at any point, but when he increased the pressure of his fingers against that spot and then whispered in my ear, “Come for me,” I was done for.

I released so hard that a gush of fluid slid down my shaking thighs.

I hadn’t even caught my breath before his cock was pressing into me. I sucked in a sharp breath then. It was a tighter fit than I’d expected. Even a night spent exchanging oral pleasure had not prepared me for how we would fit together. I was small, and he was…not.

“Luka!” I cried.

“Right here,” he hissed, clearly fighting his own battle with the pressure we were creating for each other.

“I—” I didn’t want to say ‘can’t,’ but I wasn’t sure if I could.

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