Page 77 of Apples Dipped in Gold

Lore pulled away long enough to let out a low curse. Then he was back, but this time with a steady and unending rhythm. His fingers curled inside me while he licked and sucked my clit, and my legs pressed into him so hard, I shook. Inside, I was rising higher and higher, the pleasure moving from the depths of my stomach straight to my head until it unraveled.

The cry that left my mouth scraped against my throat. I could not even open my eyes. It felt like my body had pulled everything inside me to a single point between my thighs. If it wasn’t so pleasurable, it would have been painful. I curled into myself as tremor after tremor shook my entire body. When it lessened, I could relax, but my eyes were heavy.

He had taken all my strength in a matter of seconds.

I heard him chuckle, and I opened my eyes enough to see his smug expression.

He was proud of himself.

He kissed the inside of my knee.

“How did that feel?” he asked.

“You know how it felt, arrogant prince,” I said. “Is it a requirement to praise your mouth before we continue?”

He grinned and then shifted, resting one elbow, then the other on either side of my stomach. He kissed his way up my body. I felt warm and relaxed. I felt ready for him, even surer when his cock came to rest against my wet heat.

As quickly as he had brought me to release, the desire ignited again. It was a strange type of torture but one I was desperate for.

I held Lore’s gaze as he brushed strands of hair from my face.

“I love you,” I said, unable to bring my voice above a whisper. I was a little afraid he would recoil at my words, but his expression only grew softer.

“What I have felt for you these last seven years, it borders on obsession. I have never felt anything like it. I never will again.”

I was surprised by his words but also confused. It was a confession of his feelings for me but also an acknowledgement that it would end.

He kissed me though, and I was reminded of why I had made this decision. I loved Lore despite everything, and this was what it was like to be loved by him.

When he pulled away, he let his nose drift down mine.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded, because I couldn’t speak.

He shifted his weight to one side, reaching between us to guide the head of his cock through my heat before resting his forearms on either side of my head.

We were both a little breathless, though nothing had happened yet.

He kissed me again, once hard and deep, once soft and slow, and as he broke from my lips, he rocked his hips into mine. I let out a breath. There was no pain but a sweet pressure, and I widened my legs preparing to take more of him, though I found it difficult to relax. The anticipation kept me rigid, my heels were pressed into the floor, my back arched into him.

He kissed my forehead, one of his arms resting beneath my head.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said.

I followed his instructions, and the tension in my body lessened, then he drove into me again, this time to the hilt. I took in a sharp breath, but not because it hurt. It was because I was surprised.

Lore kissed my face and my neck and told me to breathe. I held his gaze. I had dreamed of so many aspects of what this moment would be like, but the one I could never have imagined was how close I would feel to him. This went beyond the way our bodies were connected. It was another level of existence, and within this space, I knew I would never love another as long as I lived.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Like I am dreaming,” I said, slipping his hair behind his ear. “You?”

He gave a breathless laugh. “I feel like I might die if I do not move soon.”

“I’m ready,” I said.

He studied me, kissed me again.

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