Page 360 of Halfblood Deceived

Mari groaned. “Then fucking hurry.”

“Did you take a potion?” he asked.

Mari knew she’d give herself away with the answer, so she bluffed. “No. But it works just the same afterwards.”

He gave her that knowing, infuriating look that silently said, ‘Liar, liar.’ It made her want to punch him and then kiss him. “I thought we had agreed that you’ll be too wrecked to even think straight after I’m done with you.”

She forced her body to stillness and swallowed down a moan. “You better put your money where your mouth is.”

He smirked. “I intend to, sweetheart. So, potions?”

“If you let go of my hands, I can summon a couple.”

He let her go.

With a murmured spell, Mari summoned two vials of blue potion into her hand.

Andreas drank his potion with no preamble. She did the same, although it was unnecessary for more reasons than having taken one already. Just in case.

He tilted her chin up, claiming eye contact. “Are you sure about this?”

Mari gulped. “Are you?” She sent a deliberate line of her empathic power into him, trying to breach his impenetrable shields. If she felt even the slightest hesitation, she would put a stop to it. She’d rather sit on a throne again and become everything she hated than hurt him. She would rather pretend this never happened than let him fuck her before he was ready. He wasn’t ready to move on emotionally yet. Maybe never. She knew that all too well. But if he was going to regret it…

His lust penetrated her senses suddenly, leaving her breathless. She drank in his desire, feeling an echo of the building pressure in his spine and his need to drive inside her… Fuck. Oh, fuck.

“I’m ready when you are, sweetheart,” Andreas all but purred.

“Now,” she demanded. “Fuck me now—”

He tossed the empty vials to a corner of the room and pinned her wrists with one hand again. Then took himself in hand and pushed inside her.

Mari cried out, back arching. There was a mild sting despite how ridiculously wet she was for him. Her rabbit was not as big as he was. Note to self: get a bigger vibrator.

Andreas cursed, but stayed still, giving her time to adjust. He squeezed one of her nipples.

She whined.

“Not fond of that?” he asked, voice deeper, fangs flashing. There was a raw need in his eyes, but he controlled it.

“Too fond of that,” Mari corrected.

Andreas smirked. He pinched the hard flesh again and again. He alternated between both nipples until Mari was squirming, lifting her knees higher and rolling her hips desperately. Until her mild sting disappeared and was replaced by ravenous need, and she was moaning like any plebeian.

He took her wrists in both hands then, pinning them to the wall on both sides of her head, and started fucking her in long, rhythmic thrusts.

“Yes-yes-yes,” Mari muttered, too lost to give a fuck about how needy she sounded. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Andreas was breathing as hard as her, but he was maddeningly far more in control. His stupidly beautiful mouth curled into a wicked little smile. “Say ‘please,’ sweetheart.”

He was brushing that sensitive spot inside her with every withdrawing thrust, but not fast enough, not hard enough.

Mari grunted. “Go fuck yourself.”

“I might if you don’t ask me nicely,” he all but growled. “Say please. Say please and I’ll fuck like you want, sweetheart.”

Mari curled her hands into fists and pushed against his grip. As she expected, it was as effective as trying to move a wall. A thrill ran down her sternum and made her clit throb. She tightened around him.

Andreas hissed through his fangs, hips jerking faster, but he recovered and slowed down again.

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