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Instead, he held her face as he claimed her lips. She tasted herself as his tongue swept hers. Her grip tightened as she stroked him.
He backed her to the nearest wall, lifting her knee over his hip.
She aligned his pulsing head to her sensitive center. With a single thrust, he slid home, shoving her back up against the wall.
They both groaned as he rested his forehead on her shoulder for just a moment. When he lifted his head, the desire writ across his features stole her breath away. His hooded gaze lingered on her mouth.
She claimed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth as he thrust into her again and again, increasing his speed and impact until she ascended again.
He stopped, filling her to his base, and released her mouth. One hand held her face, the other was planted against the wall.
He slid out to the tip, then inched back in again, and again, holding her gaze.
Every nuance in his expression, with every stroke, stoked the blaze within her. His passion mirrored her own.
She wanted him as much hard and fast as she wanted him slow and steady.
She just wanted him.
He struggled against closing his eyes as he neared his peak.
He filled her again.
She gripped him with her inner walls and bucked, inciting him to give in.
With her legs locked around his waist, she used her calves to press him into her harder and faster.
Staring into his beautiful eyes, she came again, sheathing, gripping, milking him to come with her.
He did, which rolled her into another wave of bliss.
Unwilling to relinquish him, she held him tight as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, her hands stroking his nape and scalp.
Once he had caught his breath, he lifted his face to hers, kissed her like she was fragile, then carried her to the bed, where they stayed until morning.
Chapter 16
The heavy dungeon door of the antechamber creaked open.
Clive squinted into the shadows beyond the prison bars where he and Merwin had been dumped and left to rot.
Stenlen?
He moved into the dim light toward their cell.
“What the fuck do you want now, traitor?” Clive snarled. “Don’t you have some ass-kissing to do with that murderous usurper?”
Stenlen glanced at them, considering. He had an odd glint in his eyes that Clive had never seen before. Not on Sten.
Merwin approached, standing next to Clive, ready to hear what Sten had to say.
But Sten didn’t speak. His hand flicked the thick dungeon keys around their iron ring.
Clive and Merwin exchanged uncertain glances.
Selecting a key, Sten inserted into the lock and give it a firm twist. It clicked, jerking open. He stepped back, allowing the door to drift further open.
“What is this, Sten?”
