Page 61 of Prince of the Undying

“You want me to be rough?”

I let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

“Don’t stop.”

Pinning me down to the bed, he started fucking me ruthlessly. His cock hammered into me and claimed my body again and again.

He had no mercy and I loved it.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” It became a breathless chant, until I was begging him for release with every repetition.

He kissed me on the mouth, a hard kiss, with his teeth nipping my lower lip. The little shock of pain wound me even tighter. He brought his mouth to my neck, though he didn’t bite me there like I hoped.

“You want me to defile you?” he murmured.

“Please.”

His fingers tightened around my wrists. “Not until you come for me. Drench my cock with your pretty little pussy.”

I whimpered. “I’m so close. God, please.”

He released one of my wrists. His fingers found my clit. The same fingers that had killed men and raised the dead. This forbidden thought flitted through my mind like a shadow. His necromancy shivered over me, the cold fire of his magic igniting my nerves.

I couldn’t escape him or the pleasure building inside me. I had no choice. My legs locked up and I cried out. My climax crashed through me. I drenched his cock, just the way he demanded from me.

“Fuck,” he muttered through his teeth.

He lost control. He thrust wildly inside me, his face twisted with anguish. His cock thickened and throbbed as he came, his hips jerking in a primal way, like he wanted to drive his seed even deeper inside me.

His throbbing climax made me come again. Deeper, this time, until my legs were trembling. I clung to him and rode out the pleasure.

Breathing hard, I closed my eyes. My mind was an oblivion of bliss.

When he pulled out, I let out a soft noise of protest and tried to drag him back down to me. He escaped my clutches.

“Have to take care of this,” he said.

Right. The preventive.

When he returned from the bathroom, he was unbuttoning his shirt. He tossed it aside before unbuckling his belt. Naked, he climbed into bed with me and tugged me closer. I craved the heat of his skin.

“Wendel?” I whispered.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“For defiling you?” He sounded amused.

“For indulging me.”

“Trust me, I already wanted to fuck you. And I enjoyed your fantasy.”

“Good.” I laughed, still a little shy.

“I would do anything for you.” His words were so soft and serious.

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