Page 65 of The Huntsman's Heart
Guin slides her hands into my hair and tugs hard. “No, you should not have, but you paid the price, didn’t you?”
My eyes water, but I relish the sting. “I would gladly pay it a hundred times over.”
“Did you love me even then?”
My mouth goes dry. Has she seen through me so easily? Of course she has. I think the princess is the only woman who has ever truly seen me. “No. I wanted you. Badly. I had for a while, but what does a creature like me know about love?”
“Then am I incapable?”
“No—” I break off. She has defeated my self-doubt with a single question. “Perhaps it is just that I am unworthy after all the sins I have committed.”
“Is that why you want to die?” she asks quietly.
She is still sitting on me. The pressure of her pussy over my cock makes it hard to think. Her naked breasts in my face aren’t helping either. “I—do not. Not if you will have me.”
“Oh, I will have you.” As she says this, she draws back and unfastens my trousers, pulling them from my legs.
I want to ask if she means forever, but I don’t dare. If she only means she wants this moment, I’ll still take it. I would take anything she was willing to give me.
She tears open my shirt right down the middle. My cock stands straight up at attention, straining against the ribbon still tied there, aching for her touch.
Guin lowers her mouth until her lips are almost touching me, and I nearly come apart. I haven’t cum in decades, but with this woman I could cum at the snap of her fingers if she commanded it.
She turns her head swiftly and sinks her teeth into the skin on my hip and I cry out. When she pulls back, she gives me a viscous grin before biting me again, lower this time, on my inner thigh. My hard dick twitches with each dip of her head, though I know it’s pain, not pleasure she’ll give me. I can’t help it.
The next bite she kisses better, I moan at the sensation of softness following the sharp pain. She does it again, biting and kissing little marks all up my belly and across my chest. The first one on my hip is already fading as she makes more. A shifting pattern of little flowers blooming and dying on my skin.
I groan as another bite on my lower belly stings. “Harder. I want it to last.”
She lifts her head. “Are you giving me orders?”
The brush of her hand over the tip of my cock is agony. She slings her leg over my waist, and now it’s her cunt stroking me, teasing me.
There’s a wild spark in her eye as she slides her wet slit over me, never letting me inside.
I curse.
I don’t dare tell her to let me inside. I don’t even beg for mercy.
I’m trapped between her thighs, caught helplessly in a loop of desire and denial as the tip of my dick slides past her opening over and over, growing wetter and wetter.
I press my eyes closed when it nudges in, only to slip out again.
Guin laughs. “Would you like my cunt, Alaric?”
I groan. “Please.”
She lifts on her knees, hovering over me, looking down. “Then take what you want.”
Even though I want it badly, I don’t move a muscle. “What I want is to serve you, princess.”
The wild look disappears, replaced with something new, something I’ve not seen there in her eyes when she has looked at me before. “I truly have misjudged you.”
I don’t get a chance to ask what she means. Reaching behind, she holds me in position so she can sink down and claim my cock, taking me all the way inside herself. I watch her as she adjusts to my size, the way I fill her all the way up. She’s still little used to the feeling, and I’m rusty myself. I am so sensitive I could burst. I won’t. Not without her permission.
Never again without her permission.
She lifts, testing the feel of me inside her, and I can’t help but slide my hand up her thigh to cup her ass and guide her.
