Page 103 of Moonmarked

“Get up,” I said when he gave me the chance because he was getting lost to the sensation, but I needed him in my mouth, too. I’d been dreaming about it since forever.

Rune pushed himself back like he was just remembering that he had me on my knees in the middle of the throne room. He didn’t hesitate, though. With another kiss on my lips, he stood up in front of me and watched me push down his boxer shorts all the way and take his hard cock in my hands again. Fucking hell, I was drooling at the sight of him, pulsating between my legs with anticipation. I took in every inch of him, memorized every little detail, the soft pink tip and the veins wrapped around the thickness of him. He was perfect in every way.

“Eyes on me,” Rune ordered when I licked my lips and went a little closer.

I looked up at him, and when our eyes locked, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it over his tip. So soft. So fucking delicious.

Rune growled deep in his throat, and his hand fisted my hair again as he watched me with those bloodshoteyes, held his breath while I pressed the tip of him to my closed lips, then slowly took him into my mouth—all the while keeping eye contact.

I didn’t stop until he touched the back of my throat.

Rune closed his eyes and his head fell back with a moan that spread like electricity onto my skin. My God, I was so wet, shaking with need. The taste of him, the feel of him sliding against my tongue, the sounds he made—it was perfection, and I was moving my hips in rhythm with my mouth as I went, taking him so deep I almost choked. Rune loved the sound of that, and he held me there as he buried himself in me every few seconds. My eyes were full of tears sliding down my cheeks, and the sight of them only made him move faster, hold my head in place as he fucked my mouth, then gave me room to set my own rhythm, too.

“Pull down those straps. Let me see you,” he said, his voice dark, thick with pleasure, and I didn’t hesitate. I pushed the straps of my nightgown down my shoulders until my breasts were exposed for him to see. It never felt awkward for a second—he made me want to be seen simply by how he reacted to the sight of me, how he moaned, how his movements quickened, became more desperate.

“Touch yourself, wildling. Touch yourself for me,” he said, and this time it wasn’t even an order—more a pleading—but I eagerly obeyed.

Something about touching myself, playing with my nipples while his cock slid in and out of my mouth, faster by the second, the tip of him touching my throat every other thrust. I was a shaking mess, crying out with him in my mouth, and Rune loved it. Both his hands fisted my hair and my scalp was on fire, but I was burning worse betweenmy legs.

Speaking was out of the question, but Rune could have been a mind reader because when he had enough of watching me playing with my boobs, he said, “Lower—go lower.” I cried out with him deep in my mouth, which then made him pull my hair harder. “Put your fingers inside yourself. Ride them for me.”

As you wish,I wanted to say, but my mouth was busy at the moment.

“I’m not going to stop until you’re full of me, wilding. Until there’s no trace of him left anywhere on you.”

My God, I had no idea why it turned me on so much when he spoke like that, but I was on fire. As Rune watched, I pulled up the nightgown, my whole body shaking with pleasure. I slipped my fingers underneath my wet panties and inside me without hesitation. This might embarrass me tomorrow, but right now nothing mattered but us. This pleasure. This connection that we shared that was more powerful than anything I could have ever imagined. I gave myself to it completely, just like he did.

I didn’t last long, though. Rune was in my mouth, taking more control of me by the moment, pushing and pulling my head in whichever way he pleased, burying himself in my throat for seconds at a time until he heard me choking for air. It was indeed the best kind of torture I’d ever endured, especially when my fingers were inside me, and I moved my hips on instinct, chasing the high, guided by his thrusts and his moans and his words of praise.

When I came, he was still in my mouth, and he held himself as I cried out, the sound coming out muffled. My fingers were inside me and his cock was against my tongue, and it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Whatever it was about this man that I adored so absolutely, Iwanted to be on my knees for him every day for the rest of my life, and I’d never once get tired of it.

The high lasted a long time. Rune took over, used my mouth for a few more seconds until he let go, too. His cum dripped down my throat, the taste of him better than anything in the world. My knees hurt a little and my entire body was shaking, but by the time Rune stopped thrusting and pulled himself out of my mouth, I was already craving more. My jaw was numb and my face wet with tears still, and when he kissed them, I knew I could do this for hours if we only had the time.

“That was…” Rune said, and his voice trailed off as he planted kisses all over my face.

He never found the right word to end that sentence.

thirty-five

Rune had goneout to create another distraction for the guards, he said, so that I could sneak past everyone without being noticed.

And in the two minutes he was gone, I half convinced myself that there was absolutelynoreason why we shouldn’t be like this every single day, Rune and I. There was no reason to hide—not from Lyall and not from anybody in any world.

So, when he came back, before we walked out of the throne room, I said, “Are youreallysure we can’t tell him?”

Rune stopped and looked at me, touched my chin with his fingertips. “Yes, I’m sure. I know him, Wildcat. He’ll see us as a threat.”

“So,lethim—it won’t matter once we do the unbinding ceremony, will it?” In my head it made perfect sense, but…

“The unbinding ceremony won’t matter. When Lyall sees a threat, he removes it. He will do anything it takes—he’s currently faking his own death to find the people who tried to kill him,” he said, andthatmade a lot more sense, unfortunately. “It kills me that I can’t protect you. I’m notstrong enough right now, so I have to keep in the shadows. I hate it, but I’m not about to gamble your life.”

This guy.“You keep me plenty safe,” I said, but it was obvious that he didn’t believe me, even if he didn’t say anything. I closed my eyes and released a long breath for a moment. “Is it possible that it’sthemhe’s trying to find? The Broken Crown?”

“Very possible,” Rune said without batting a lash.

“What do youthink, though? About this whole thing, about Lyall, about him being poisoned—what doyouthink?”

Rune was quiet for a moment—and we were still by the doors, about to leave, but not quite ready yet.

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