Page 168 of Burn

My skin pebbled. Darting out my tongue, I licked the fluid, the flavor of sex and ardor seeping into my palate. Emboldened, I draped my lips around his finger and sucked on the rest.

Poet groaned and fell into me. In unison, I grabbed the side of his jaw and hastened his lips to mine, our mouths fusing and rowing. His hot tongue plied my own, rocking us into a deep kiss. With our lips tugging on one another, we sampled the taste of our bodies, the tang of our release, the way we affected each other.

I moaned into his mouth, dissolving against the blankets and pillows when Poet’s weight descended. Our rampant breaths softened. Everything unspooled quietly now, the jester’s sculpted form spanning my body, then linking my thigh over his ass and rolling onto his side, taking me with him.

We lay facing one another, my right leg crooked over his hip, the width of his pelvis spreading my thighs. Heat drifted from the grate and painted us in warm light. With his thick cock braced against my pussy, Poet verdant irises glowed.

The sight alone wetted me anew, my clit thrumming. Then we moved as one. The cap of his erection nudged apart my folds, and my mouth unhinged, and his eyes darkened.

“More,” he murmured.

So I broadened my thighs, and he fitted his cock deeper.

“More,” I sighed.

So he whisked those expert hips, and my pussy sucked him farther.

“More,” he hissed.

So I pitched my leg higher, and his erection struck me to the hilt.

This way, I experienced the fullness of him. His shape and girth. Just as he felt the depth and tightness of me.

Our hips locked. Then his waist thudded into mine, leisurely stroking in and out, and I rode the motions, gradually beating my folds over him. Like this, we watched each other, watched our naked bodies pound slowly, watched our features contort, watched what we did to one another.

My moans grew heavy, punctuated by the deep sling of his cock. Poet groaned, the throaty sound stimulating my flesh, causing an outbreak down to my soles. My nipples rushed against his pectorals, and my clit tingled as the column of his length rubbed against my delicate skin, electrifying the tips of my being.

I sobbed enthusiastically. My hands rushed over his torso and dove into his hair, mussing the layers before gripping them for balance, lest I should fall apart.

He claimed me patiently, utterly. And I claimed him back, desperately, fervently.

Something happened then, consuming me to the core, pleasure and passion reaching bone deep. We’d made love in a thousand ways, in a thousand places. But always, we consummated during a time when risk, danger, and bloodshed lurked in proximity, when any moment was fraught with threats and gambles.

Tonight, no such impediments existed. Nothing deadly. Nothing forbidden. Just us, and here, and now. The controversial jester and princess, at liberty to love wherever, whenever, and however we wished.

A crown had bound me to this nation. A ribbon had set me free.

Who knew what would happen tomorrow. But one certainty remained. That we would face the morning as one, with no more boundaries between us.

This was the right time. This was the only time.

My equal. My eternity.

Mine. Yours.

“Husband,” I breathed, the word slipping into a moan.

His pupils flashed. “Wife,” he whispered.

Those sacred words seeped into me, even as Poet’s hips lashed deeper. I cried out and grasped his hair, holding on for dear life as the jester accentuated his thrusts. The wide head of his cock pumped harder, drawing out my weeping, my cunt pouring down his sac.

He gripped my backside and hauled his ass slowly. Somehow, his cock expanded more, filling me to the seat, thumping between my thighs.

Time lost its meaning, the world outside this library reduced to a memory. Only this existed. The sight of my jester’s face on the verge of collapse, his eyes intent on mine, his climax fueled by my own response.

At some point, my moans broke, the anguished noises spilling across the vast wing. The muscles of my pussy rippled around Poet’s gliding cock. My jester growled and pistoned at a vicious angle, every swipe pushing me to the summit. Heavens, this man fucked into me so beautifully, so much.

His silken voice caressed my flesh. “Come, Sweet Thorn,” he murmured, kissing my chin. “Come with your jester.”

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