Page 68 of Conquering the King of Storms

That was… maybe not a good thing.

My stomach tightened a little.

I was the selfish one who kept him insane for as long as possible. I was the one who ogled him. And I sure as fuck knew that he would never hurt me. If I asked him to hurt someone else, or if someone else hurt me? They would be dead in the blink of an eye.

But I was safe with him.

Safe, and secure, and happy.

“Am I pushing you too much?” I asked him, my voice softer than I planned. “I know you didn’t want this, at first. And I know what it’s like to get pushed into things you don’t want to do. I never want to do that to you.”

“Sway.” He covered the distance between us and wrapped his hands around my face. “Do you remember the things my wind whispered to you?”

My cheeks heated.

“Fuck, I love this blush.” His thumbs dragged over my warm cheekbones.

I definitely remembered the dirty things his wind always whispered to me.

Definitely.

“I didn’t know how to navigate things between us, but I always wanted this. Always. Don’t doubt that.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

His lips took mine, the touch soft and sweet as they explored mine. When he pulled away, his murmur was nearly inaudible. “Are you sure you don’t want me to plan something special?”

It only took me a second to remember what he was talking about.

“I think having sex for our first time in an inn’s bathroom is pretty memorable.”

He grinned—and then recaptured my mouth.

The kiss started out slow, but became scorching as he settled between my legs again, the length of his erection pressing against my core. Sirus lifted my thighs, tilting me, and a soft cry escaped me when I realized how he was positioning me. The underside of his cock rubbed against my clit as he thrust lightly against me, and he recaptured my mouth.

“I need you quiet,” he growled against my lips.

“Silent,” I agreed, my body throbbing for more.

He slowly pumped his cock forward, and then back. I was slick enough that the friction was only delicious, and not painful.

Our tongues fought, my fingers digging into his thick arms as he held my thighs where he wanted them. When my legs were trembling, my body desperate for release, the tip of him finally pressed to my opening.

I bit his lip to stop from crying out at the gentle pressure, and he growled fiercely.

My eyes opened. “Sorry.”

“No apologizing for making me want you even fucking more.” His grip on my thighs tightened. “I’m yours to bite, squeeze, and slap any time you want, Sway.”

He slid into me, just an inch, and I started to cry out.

His mouth retook mine, and I caught his lip between my teeth again, trying not to bite down too hard.

The tip of him throbbed inside me.

It had been ages since I had sex—we had been in Bluhm forages.

And he was so much bigger than anyone else I’d ever had.

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