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I need to know you want me, too.
His arms slacken and he pulls back. “I can’t give you any more.”
“Wait, please,” I beg, my eyes finding his as I grip his forearm. “Please, let me do this for you.”
“I can’t.” His face contorts in frustration, and he pulls out of my grasp. He grabs his trousers and moves toward the opening of the tent. “Don’t leave.”
“Where are you going?” I ask, my voice breaking.
Alastair freezes, his head bowed. “I’m finding us food. I will be close by, I promise.”
“Alastair—”
“Do. Not. Leave,” he growls. “Tell me you understand.”
I swallow, begging my inkling to be right. “Yes, sir.”
He shudders and groans. “Good. Stay. Be back.”
Alastair disappears behind the flap of the tent and I smirk, knowing that the way I say “sir” has him bothered in a way he doesn’t want to admit. A way I’ll soon learn to exploit…
And win his heart.
Chapter nineteen
Alastair
Gods damn me.
Damn me for not being able to say no to her.
I should’ve said no.
Now I’m slinking off into the forest,again, to take care of my needs with the taste of blood in my mouth. If I hadn’t bitten my cheek, I would’ve come all over her pussy and up her stomach to her breasts.
The thought of my cum decorating her chest has me groaning.
I don’t go far, as promised, and keep the tent in sight as I free my erection from my pants. Lily’s scent hits me full force when my cock emerges, and I groan. I run my fingers over the slickness she’s left behind and suck it into my mouth.
Fuck, she tastes so good. Like joy and warmth. She’s my fucking sun.
My other hand grips my dick hard. I begin to work it as I close my eyes and picture her face. Her gorgeous, ecstasy-stricken face. An ecstasy I made her feel.
Me.My cock.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I slide my hand across her arousal.
Just the thought of her orgasming on my dick has me almost there, but I’m battling my release at the same time. I want it to go on. I want it to last me the long years of my service to her, one that will surely not include her coming for me again.
The queen cannot consort with her royal guard, and Lilywillbe queen. In my heart, she already is, and I cannot fuck her. But, gods willing, I can fuck myself while I think of her.
Her big, innocent, playful eyes that hide a crude, impish mind. The way her nipple felt against my fingers. How she responded so quickly to my touch. The sounds she made when I thrusted between her folds. The way she arched and begged.
“I’m trying, sir.”Her moan comes back to me easily and I fall into the sound.
My release smashes through my resolve and I quiver, my legs quaking as I growl. I have to be quiet, too. This is just for me. She’s not to know.
I spill my seed over the plants hiding me and continue to pump myself until every last ounce of pleasure has been wrung free.
