Page 66 of The Princesses of Ruin
“Oh, fuck!” She falls forward, her hips coming off my chest. I pull her back down, grinding her against me until I feel her muscles tighten in fluttering waves. She screams, writhing and flexing and—
Fuck.
I’m coming.
Chapter twenty-five
Emillia
Idrop to my hands and scream as the world collapses down to the man between my legs and the feeling he’s giving me. He grabs my ass and groans out heavy pants through his pinned nose. His cold fingers dig into me, anchoring me to his face when I try to pull away.
Just as the first orgasm ebbs, the second crashes down on me. I suck down a desperate gulp of air, and Adrik’s tune changes. The white groans of his bliss turn blindingly hot. His hips thrust into the air behind me, and he whimpers into my pussy as his eyes roll back.
He’s coming purely from pleasuring me.
Another wave of ecstasy smashes through my consciousness, reducing my thoughts to shattered shipwrecks. My body tightens and I know I can take no more. I throw myself off him and curl my legs into my chest.
Adrik gasps deeply and shudders. I stare at the canopy, watching the curls of white desire spiral toward me. Even his expelled breath craves nearness to me.
He said he wouldn’t get attached. He promised. A lump swells in my throat, stifling anything I could say. WhatwouldI even say?
“That was…” He trails off, and I know how it’s going to end.
Because I feel it too. It was the most incredible sexual experience I’ve ever had, and I’ve hadmany. I turn my head to look at him. His eyes are closed, an expression of bliss smoothing the lines of his weary face.
“Very good,” he finishes and the dingy gray of his lie weaves through the two words.
I swallow my pounding heart. I can’t tell him the truth. It would only embolden him, give a port for his wayward infatuation.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
His head flops to the side and he opens his eyes, giving me a lopsided grin. “You’re welcome.”
His big, hopeful eyes are too much to bear. I turn away, exhaling a shaky breath.
He clears his throat, and I hear him sit up. “I believe dinner is ready.”
“Still hungry, eh?” My voice tries to crack. I don’t let it. I bite that stupid crack and shove it down like I shoved down his big eyes, and the knowledge that there’s cum in his pants from just the taste of me.
He chuckles. “I could still eat.”
I jump at the gentle drag of his finger over my exposed shin and my eyes snap open.
“Pants,” I say, my voice forced as I stare at his playful expression.
He pulls in a sharp breath. A pregnant pause stretches out between us, and then he blinks as understanding dawns on him. Eating my pussy the best it’s ever been eaten does not give him special privileges or renege his oath. He won’t get attached, and if he does, it’s his problem, not mine.
He attempts a casual smile that’s full of heartbreak, then reaches for my trousers. “Yes, Captain.”
I get dressed and he turns the rabbits. They’re burned, but it doesn’t matter. I eat mechanically, scooping up mouthfuls of tubers to offset the char of the hare. The food sears my throat, cutting off that damned lump from growing back.
Adrik pulls out a purple tincture before bed and offers it to me.
“For sleep,” he says when I don’t immediately take it.
I shake my head. “I need to be vigilant.”
He nods. “Then I will be, too.”
