Page 9 of Reckless in Ruins

He rocks into me with the rhythm of a runaway train, filling me, stretching me, and obliterating me.

The low rumble of laughter vibrates against my back, even through the layers of material between us. I have the overwhelming need to push him away and tear both our clothes off. I need to feel all that power against me.

But that’s impossible at the moment, the way he’s driving into me with fierce determination.

This is about much more than Uther getting off. It’s much more than his need to get me out of his system. The way he holds me with steady, gentle hands, the way he buries his face in my hair and inhales. The way his guttural noises are edged with a need beyond sex.

Could he have real feelings? Could this thing between us be real?

Could there be more between us between sweat and spit and cum?

I need more than his body. I need Uther to understand things about me.

As he pounds into me, I tell him the truth.

“I didn’t…I didn’t come up in society, either. Despite what you assume.”

He grunts softly against my throat as he pushes up firmly.

“That’s not why I follow you around, Uther. That’s not why I look at you the way I do…it has…oh gods…you feel good…it has nothing to do with snobbery.”

His voice is a rattle with the effort. Gods, the stamina. “Don’t trouble yourself with what I think of you.”

“I need you to know…I don’t look down on you. I stare because I see … the most beautiful soul…in your eyes.”

Uther pistons his hips harder, but I give back as much as he gives me. “You don’t know the first thing…about me…” he rumbles.

But I do. At least, I know all there is to know based on the media reports, the royal watcher blogs, and everything Princess Flora has told me about him.

He’s good and pure and built for me. It’s as simple as that. Later today, when we’ve cleaned up and moved on with our daily tasks, my body will remember how perfect this is. I’ll be sewing a ballgown for Flora and thinking of him as I sit at my sewing machine. Every press of the pedal will make that soreness radiate through me. I already know this.

“I know you’re a good man. I’ve seen the way you dote on the queen and on the princess. It’s enough to make a girl jealous, Uther.”

I strangle him with my inner walls, my sweat and my essence combining to drip everywhere, but I don’t care.

“You’re a fucking trip, little poppy,” he says, now thrusting at a furious pace. “…And I love it.”

Uther’s powerful thrust is so strong that I jerk forward. The large stone over which I am bent jars itself loose and tumbles over the side of the tower.

I scream as I fall forward, but Uther has me. He sets me back on my feet, his arms around my middle.

I watch in horror as the large stone tumbles and shatters on the mossy courtyard below.

“Shit! We broke the castle!” I cry.

Still buried inside me, Uther trembles.

At first, I think he might be crying. “I’m so sorry, Captain. I shouldn’t have come.” He rests his head against my shoulder and I feel tears soak through my sweater as he bends over me.

Gods almighty, I know the man takes his job seriously, but…

The snort from Uther catches me off guard.

Is he…is he laughing?

“Um, Uther?”

I am jostled as this magnificent man throws his head back in roaring laughter.

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