Page 48 of Queen of Legends and Lies
Despite the chaos swirling around us, we are meant to be together. Despite everyone trying to pull us apart for their own twisted reasons.
Our pace quickens as our passion overtakes us, our labored breaths and the gentle lapping of the water the only noises inthe world. Tension coils deep within me, tighter and tighter as I near my climax.
“Sterling,fuck,” I gasp, gripping the edge of the tub tighter. “I’m…I’m…”
“I’ve got you.” His breath warms my ear, and his hands slide up my stomach to cup my breasts. “Just let go, love. I will always have you.”
That’s all the encouragement I need.
With a cry, my orgasm crashes over me, my entire body tensing before the world goes white. I shake and shiver with it, hands clenching and back bowing as the intense pleasure courses through me, riding my body.
Through it all, Sterling continues to move inside me. It’s only as I’m gasping, trying to lift myself back up after collapsing forward, that his thrusts become erratic as he, too, nears the edge.
“My queen.” He squeezes my breasts, a little rougher this time. As if he’s trying to hold on for dear life. “Gods…I love you.”
Those three little words are all it takes. My muscles clench around him all over again.
This time, I’m not going alone.
As I gasp and squeeze, he loses all control. No longer slow and steady, he sets a pace so hard and fast my thighs slap against the side of the tub, adding to the erotic sound effects that resonate throughout our hidden oasis.
We moan in unison, our world narrowing down to just us and the connection we share. To the ratcheting tension between us that lifts us higher before shattering.
Finally, he stills inside me, breathing ragged and body slick with sweat and spring water. Slowly, he pulls out and turns me to face him, our wet bodies colliding.
“I love you too.” I kiss the center of his chest. “I never want to spend another night without you.”
“You won’t have to.” His arms tighten around me. “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”
I know we’ll have to leave. This room. This palace. The world and all its problems still need us.
But for a little bit longer, the world can wait.
Chapter Seventeen
Consciousness creeps in, and I’m immediately aware of the oppressive darkness enveloping the room. This suffocating feeling is familiar.
Too familiar.
I reach for Sterling, and my hands connect with warm, pliable flesh.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I’m prepared for action yet unafraid. Though I reserve the right to panic at any moment.
It reminds me of that night at the Lost City when we were surrounded by fog and stone, seconds before black cave cats leaped from the shadows to attack our small camp.
I shiver. Something’s wrong.
I lie still, eyes adjusting to the absence of light.
The room’s a mess, blankets twisted, sheets half off the bed, pillows scattered like fallen soldiers after a battle. Too many odd shapes in places they shouldn’t be.
My pulse races.
Is someone else here with us? Drachen? Xenon?
I can’t let them take him again. I won’t.
My eyes rove around while I keep my head still like I’m asleep.
