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“No,” I said firmly. “Things will die, Garron.”

He scratched his jaw, clearly frustrated that he wasn’t able to better guide me.

From the main room, I heard a rustle of movement.

“Let’s take a break. I made a promise to Darian,” I said.

“I heard. A kiss. He’ll try to negotiate for more if you make it interesting. The privy will need to be re-dug soon.” Garron’s smirk didn’t hide his intent. They needed me to be the playful instigator to help them forget their worries. So I grinned at his suggestion.

“Oh, that’s positively devious,” I said before hurrying from the room.

Rather than lying next to Darian, I straddled his waist and carefully lowered myself, bracing my weight on my hands and knees. When I was in position, I leaned forward and licked his nipple before nipping it gently.

His breath left him in a rush. Knowing he was awake, I settled my weight against him.

“Princess,” he murmured, running his hands down my back and gripping my hips. He arched into me and ground his hard length against my center.

My eyes went wide, and I lifted my head to meet his sleep-fogged gaze.

“I never want to wake,” he said, arching against me.

The shock of our contact faded as a tingle expanded from my center. On his next arch, I rotated my hips. Intense pleasure sparked to life inside of me, and my breath caught.

He groaned and had me pinned underneath him a second later.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Darian nuzzledthe top of my head, and his breathing came in harsh rasps as he steadily arched his hips, rubbing his hard length against a place that sparked a need I’d read about and never fully understood. Hands gripping his shoulders, I met each thrust with a roll of my hips and tipped my head to kiss his throat, nipping and sucking the skin. His rhythm faltered at the scrape of my teeth, and one of his hands slid under my backside. He didn’t fumble with my skirts which had hitched higher around my thighs but gripped my arse to change the tilt of my hips.

The new angle sparked flames that licked through my insides, burning away any inhibition. I didn’t notice the lid slipping off the well, only the feel of Darian’s body moving over mine and the growing pleasure he was creating. It curled inside of me, expanding. Consuming me until I could think of nothing else but more.

“Darian…please,” I begged. For what, I knew not. Only that Ineeded.

Everything.

The hunger inside of me screamed its insatiability, and I opened myself to it, accepting everything Darian was willing togive me. I consumed his desire and demanded more. He gave it, moving faster.

Sweat coated his chest. I kissed his neck, my moves matching his own until that swelling ball inside of me burst.

I shattered with a cry. Waves of pleasure pulsed through me. Darian’s smooth rhythm faltered, and he let out a low, broken groan. The surges of euphoria rippling through me slowed, decreasing in intensity. Gradually, I became aware of his trembling arms and our thundering pulses as he held himself still over me.

My hands, which had fallen to my sides, rose to touch his sweat-coated sides.

“Do I owe you an apology?” I asked softly.

He gave a tortured groan and rolled us so we lay on our sides, facing each other.

“Princess, I…” He swallowed hard and brushed back the hair clinging to my face. “Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head, and with a growing smile, I asked, “Did you like my kiss?”

“Like? I loved it. When can I have another one?”

“You need to pay for this one first. Garron said a new privy needs to be dug.”

Laugher rang from the study, and Darian lifted his head to look in that direction.

“Bastard,” Darian said without rancor.

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