Page 110 of The Stolen Kingdom

“I want to feel your cunt on me,” Valda said, grabbing hold of Maris’s waist and gyrating against Valda’s thick, muscular thigh.

Maris clutched the back of Valda’s head. Her fingers gripped her wet hair tightly as the sudden skin-to-skin contact left her breathless. She could feel Valda’s strength radiating from her body. Valda’s hand moved to the center of her back, pushing her closer while grabbing her hip forcefully with the other.

“Valda, wait! There are still people outside—”

Valda pressed their chests together, shuddering a breath at contact. “That never stopped us before.” She captured Maris’s lips, her tongue sliding inside and roughly stroking hers.

Maris’s skin came alive with goosebumps. She panted and pulled back, her hands steading Valda’s face before the other woman could devour her again. She didn’t notice that she was already grinding her pussy against Valda’s thigh.

Valda’s gaze moved from Maris’s features to the junction of her thighs. A mischievous smile stretched over her lips as she gripped Maris’s hips tighter. “That’s right. Use my thigh for whatever you wish.”

After licking her lips, Maris swallowed hard and steadied herself. Her eyes returned to the tent’s entrance for just a second before a burning strike branded her ass cheek.

“Look at me when I am talking to you, Seashell.”

Maris gasped, her eyes wide as she looked down at Valda, who smiled wickedly. “You are getting handsy.”

“Does it bother you?”

Maris arched her brow and acted as if she was deciding, yet Valda swatted her again. “Valda, I swear…”

“Just tell me if it does,” Valda said, her hand firmly gripping Maris’s ass, egging her to answer.

“No, but we have to be quick, darling.”

Valda’s upper lip twitched, her grip on Maris’s hip almost painful. It would probably leave a mark, and the idea of being branded by Valda made a fresh wave of wetness seep through her folds. “Fine.”

Maris frowned at the sudden change in Valda. The fire was still in Valda’s eyes, but her features were serene as she released her hip and leaned back on her elbows. Maris’s hands moved from Valda’s shoulder to her hard stomach, steadying herself.

“You want this to be quick? Go ahead, Seashell.” Valda’s voice deepened. “Use me and take what you need.”

Maris’s gaze flashed up to Valda’s, and she drew in a breath when that peculiar dark grin stretched across Valda’s face.

Use her.

Use Valda for her needs? Saying it out loud made the idea sound lewd, forbidden. Maris turned to the entrance of the tent one last time before she decided. If Valda was relinquishing her power to her, who was Maris to say no?

Maris straightened her back. Her legs squeezed Valda’s thigh before she rolled her hips. The silky wetness of her folds spread over Valda’s skin. Valda swallowed hard, clearly having trouble keeping her hands by her sides as they curled into fists. Maris bit her lower lip and reminded herself that this was supposed to be quick. She couldn’t stop to kiss her lover’s neck. Not now. Maybe later.

“You are drenched,” Valda muttered, her voice broken and needy.

“Your fault,” Maris answered, and Valda’s face lit up.

Valda was always beautiful, handsome, and breathtaking, but when she smiled and was happy, she was goddess-like. Maris drew in a breath, her chest expanding as she rolled her hips repeatedly, finding that delicious friction sure to push her over the edge. But it was Valda’s voice that fueled her desire.

“When we get back to the castle, I want to see you just like this,” Valda whispered, her hands finding the smooth skin of Maris’s thighs. “But I want to see you riding my cock.”

Maris shuddered. Her eyes fluttered shut as the mental image invaded her senses.

“You are imagining it, aren’t you?” Valda’s laugh shifted into a ragged groan as she pulled Maris roughly against her. “Yes…” Valda crooned. “I am sure Kayden will gift us a bigger one.” Her hand gripped Maris’s legs. “I want to see you struggling with it. I want to see you stretch over it…”

“Valda…” Maris’s voice broke. Her moan escaped her while she used her hands to gain some leverage. She pressed her palms to Valda’s stomach and watched how it contracted as the woman drew another breath.

“That’s it, Seashell. Imagine how good it will feel once this is over, when we are back in my bed…”

Maris threw her head back, her hips rolling over Valda’s muscular thigh. Rippling strength surged from her lover, and she soaked it all in. Maris couldn’t get enough. She could never get enough. Small sighs and moans filled the large tent, and Maris had to remind herself to stay quiet. There were people outside. Anyone could hear her and walk in.

Yet the fear of getting caught added to the excitement. Her eyes flared at Valda’s intense gaze. She knew Valda was burning her body into her memory, worshiping her silently as she allowed her to take the pleasure Valda knew she deserved. And then Valda rose higher, looking down at where their bodies met.

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