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Her thighs clench and tremble against my hand. “Yes.”
“But when we get home, this is our secret, and I cannot do it again,” I say, praying to Morgha that I’ll have the fortitude to follow through.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
Her pulse thunders under my fingers and I resume stroking her to the beat of her heart.
“Inside,” she pleads again, her head falling back against my shoulder.
My hand is so large I have to spread her legs to reach her opening. I circle it with one finger and Lily’s song changes from pleasure to uninhibited ecstasy. I’m so fucking close I think I can get off on the sound alone.
I slip inside her, the warmth of her pussy numbing my thoughts. She whimpers and rocks into my hand. I move my hips with hers, pushing my dick against her, and her farther onto my finger. I thrust against her harder, the rub of my pants causing both pain and pleasure.
Her essence coats my hand and drips between my knuckles. I slide my finger in another inch and press the heel of my palm into her clit. Lily’s sounds devolve into whimpering pleas. We’re both close now.
The Ten could end me here and now and I would die happy, for this is the most erotic moment of my entire life. I rub myself against her over and over, shamelessly joining her in this moment. The tension in my balls mounts to its inevitable peak.
“Come for me again, princess. Come on my hand.” I’m the one begging now.
Her muscles tighten around my finger and she cries out, throwing her head back. Her thighs clench around my hand and I feel the prick of something sharp against my knuckles. That pain is distant, though, as the sound of her coming undone pushes me over the edge.
My hot seed slicks my pants and increases the pleasure of my grinding. I thrust against her again and again as she shivers in my arms. Finally, she goes slack, sighing deeply and resting her face against the tree.
The sudden weight of what I’ve done crashes in, breaking the nirvana of the moment. I finger-fucked the future queen of Fynren and came against her backside. I should feel regret, or shame, but all I’m thinking of is how I can make our journey longer.
All I can think about is how I want to do it again.
I’m so fucked.
Chapter twenty-two
Lily
Iwake with Alastair’s hand wrapped around my shoulder, pinning me against him. I lift my head from his chest and look around. It’s nearing dusk, but I can smell chimney smoke on the wind.
“I fell asleep?” I ask him.
“You were exhausted,” he replies with a hint of satisfaction.
My core clenches at the reminder ofwhyhe might feel that sense of satisfaction. He’d done things to me that I don’t understand. When he told me to bend over, I knew what was on his mind in an instant and I wanted it. I wanted him to punish me.
And the way he’d taken his own enjoyment from it—I shiver as my nipples tighten.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
“No, just thinking.”
He grunts but does not ask. I assume he knows exactly what I’m thinking about. I hope he’s thinking about it now, too. I suppose I could always check.
I twist and wiggle my hips as I shimmy closer to him. The undeniable press of his growing length on my left side is a clear indicator I’m affecting him.
His lips brush the top of my ear. “You promised to be a good girl.”
The rumble of his sultry voice has me molten. “Sorry, sir. I’ll do better.”
He urges Kor’Tar faster. “We’re nearly there.”
“Oh, good. I’m starving. The turkey was delicious, but it has somehow entirely evaporated from my stomach,” I say with a chuckle.
