Page 104 of Royal Captive
Hot rain.
My hand braced against the tree, or tried to. It sank down into the bark, revealing a large hollow in the middle of the tree.
“Come on!” I yelled over the rain, tugging Ellis behind me into the relative shelter of the tree’s hollow. It was tight, but we could both fit and get out of the weather. I climbed onto his lap to make the best use of the space we could.
“What about Feyanna? Shouldn’t we—” Ellis shut up as I crashed my mouth to his, desperate to chase away my guilt and feel something other than fear.
His hands came around and grabbed my waist, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. An odd pain ached in my chest, but I ignored it. Alihandro’s mark flared hot against my skin, but I ignored that as well. My hips dug into Ellis’s, grinding and begging. Silver eyes caught mine in a heated gaze for only a split second before his lips crashed onto mine.
Yes.Yes.
Delicious heat shot through my body, my arousal thick enough that I could ignore the weird pain of the mark. In a way, the pain made Ellis’s caresses and kisses all the more sweeter.
Ellis hardened quickly under me, groaning as I rubbed against his length. Unable to wait, I pushed his breeches down his waist and took him in my hands.
“Gods,” he hissed, though it was arguable that his exclamation was just as much from my freezing hands as it was his cock being touched. His warmth against my palms felt glorious either way. I made a circle with my thumb and fingers, sliding one hand up and down his base.
His hips jerked against me, and he bit down on my lip. With one hand he grabbed what was left of my haphazard braid, twisting it around my neck and yanking hard.
Oh. My. Gods.
His remaining hand shoved my dress up around my waist and I lifted my hips, wiggling until his cock lined up with my slit. I rubbed against his length, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he felt how wet and slick I was.
Without warning, I sank down onto him, clenching my inner muscles around him.
“Gods!”
He pulled harder on my braid, the pressure on my neck bleeding into the pain from Alihandro’s mark. Mixing with pleasure as I rode Ellis, I approached the edge of my pleasure faster than I ever had before. Maybe it was the desperation of the situation, or the pain and danger of being out in the elements, or my neck in such a precarious position.
I came hard, my inner muscles spasming and bearing down on Ellis’s cock.
He panted, hands gripping my neck and hips as he went ramrod still, letting me ride out the wave of my orgasm. Themoment I went limp and sagged against him, he surged inside of me.
Gripping my hips like a lifeline, he drove himself in and out of me with a ferocious need that took my breath away. Still woozy and high off my own release, all I could do was bury my hands in his thick, dark hair and hang on for the ride as my muscles were lax against him.
“I can’t wait to fuck you naked in my bed wearing nothing but my crown,” he rasped against my ear. The imagery had me hot and bothered all over again, my hips once more rising to meet his.
“Just so you know, it’s you. It’s always been you,” Ellis groaned, pumping in and out of me.
I tensed against him, half of me unwilling to be vulnerable enough knowing how he felt about Viana and the other half desperate to believe him.
“Even Viana was just a substitute: a longing for what I didn’t think I could have, which was the brave girl from my dreams, a girl with a golden heart and nerves of iron.”
Oh gods, I wanted so badly to believe him.
He thrust hard, and I cried out.
“I thought I was dreaming that night on the balcony. Years of dreaming of your voice and your touch, and there you were.”
Thrust.
“Always on the edge of my dream, then suddenly offering yourself to me.”
Thrust.
“I thought I’d finally died and gone to heaven.”
Thrust.
