Page 4 of A Vow of Wrath and Ruin

“Let’s have breakfast and then discuss our plan of action with others.”

“Fine,” he huffed. “But first, let’s finish what we started.”

He lifted me off his lap and got to his feet, then set me back in the chair. Kneeling, he slid down between my legs, his lips gently caressing the inside of my thighs.

A fire roared through my veins. I lay back, gripping the chair’s arm with one hand and softly playing with my nipple with the other.

“Are you ready, my darling?” he purred. Just the sound of his voice made me slick with need.

I bit my lip, trying to keep my lust at bay.

A coy smile brightened his face as he stared up at me.

“Are you sure?” He thumbed my clit, bringing a moan to the back of my throat.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Good.” Tharan dug his teeth hard into my clit, stealing the breath from my chest. A groan grew deep in my core, begging to be released.

He slid his fingers inside me, first one, then two, thrusting back and forth while his mouth on my little bead sent shock waves through my body.

I cried out with pleasure, fingers fisting his silken hair.

Wrapping his arm around my bottom, he pulled me in closer. My nipples pricked, and wetness flooded the chair. I couldn’t get away. I was his captive, and my body yearned for more.

Bucking my hips, I moved with the rhythm of his fingers.

Tharan pulled away, giving me a devilish smile. “You’re so close. Are you going to come for me?”

I nodded, my breath heavy with the whimper of desire. My orgasm clawed at my senses. I stared down at Tharan, my eyes catching on my perked nipples. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time. No guilt accompanied this pleasure. It was all mine andall his. I couldn’t help but let out a moan, watching his fingers slip in and out of me. My wetness glistened on his stubbled chin, marking him as mine.

The sound of my slickness grew louder, and I groaned with pleasure as his tongue replaced his fingers, driving deep into my core. I was a goddess, and he was my acolyte, worshiping me with every stroke of his tongue. My body quaked harder and harder. My toes curled, and my hand spasmed. An orgasm built inside of me, and I cried out, “Oh, Trinity!”

Tharan paused, kissing my thighs. “Not yet, my darling. You can’t come yet.”

“Tease,” I gasped through ragged breaths.

Tharan rose to his feet. His erection protruded through his robe, throbbing with need.

“I want us to come together. I want to see you as you orgasm.” Spitting on his hand, he stroked his girthy cock. “Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.”

I gently rubbed my aching clit—soft at first, then harder and harder until the need became unbearable.

Tharan stroked himself feverishly. His eyes burned with passion.

I tried to focus on him, but my climax demanded to be released, ripping through me like lightning. I cried out loud and hot.

“Yes. Oh, Trinity, yes, Aelia.” Tharan’s orgasm shook the room. Magic filled the air, and the taste of metal fizzled on my tongue. He was the master of this land, and the land responded to his emotions. Teacups shattered on the floor as he spilled his seed onto my stomach, hot and sticky.

I stared at the ceiling, trying to collect myself. “Trinity. You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I thought you wanted to take it slow,” he said, gasping for air.

“You’re making it hard for me to do that, Tharan.” I ran my hand through my hair, thankful for the cool breeze.

Tharan chuckled as he leaned forward, touching our foreheads together, skin flushed with heat.

“I love the way you say my name,” he purred, pulling me for another kiss. “And I’ll love it even more the day I hear you scream it.”

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