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“How did you do this?” she asked as she frowned down at the contract waiting there.
“I can do many things,” I vaguely replied as I watched her read over the words. The fact that she could read was a bit surprising. She must’ve come from an upper-class family. Which made me wonder why her family would’ve had a debt to the emperor and allowed their daughter to become a slave.
“Does it meet with your satisfaction?” I asked.
“It appears to,” she reluctantly replied.
With a flourish, I bowed and swept my hand to indicate the inkwell and wooden pen.
“Ah! Wait one moment.” I held up a hand. I reached for her hand, then pulled my dagger from the sheath. Before she realized what I was up to, I had placed a small slice to her fingertip.
“Ouch!” she snapped as she tried to rip her hand from my hold. My grip was firm, and I squeezed her finger until her blood dropped into the inkwell. Once I knew there was enough, I lifted her finger to my mouth and slowly sucked off the excess, sealing her cut as I did. Her slight gasp at my actions led to ragged inhales. “What was that for?”
“Any contract worth its weight is signed in blood,” I said to her which caused her jaw to drop.
She quickly snapped it shut as she glared at me. Though her jaw was set, she grabbed the pen and scrawled her name across the bottom.
I did the same. Surprise contorted her features as she stared at the deep red, almost black color of my signature compared to hers. Yet she didn’t question it further.
Once both signatures were present, I rolled it up and tucked it in the drawer. She watched with a curious expression. I could practically see the machinations of her mind, but little did she know, she wouldn’t be able to open that drawer on her own.
“This changes nothing,” she insisted as she scowled at me. “It’s just fucking.”
“Of course it is,” I agreed.
She sighed, and I swept my tongue out and along her plush lower lip.
The way she fell into me and clutched the tattered edges of my tunic filled me with an explosive burst of desire.
“Mmm,” I hummed when she pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. Though I wanted to grab her by the waist, lift her and fuck her against the door, I held back. Instead, I turned my head and used my tongue to trace under her upper lip until she let me in.
That burst of awareness hit me as she granted me access, and I took full advantage. She tasted of everything good I didn’t deserve, mixed with a sinful hint of cinnamon. Ignoring the fact that I could compel her to do whatever the fuck I wanted, I simply savored her.
Though I truly had unusually good intentions, before I knew it, I had her gown lifted so I could grip her supple thighs. With little effort, I hefted her up and pressed her back to the wall.
She wrapped her long legs around me as I ground against the heat of her pussy.
Using one hand, I moved my knee-length tunic out of the way, then gripped my cock. I dragged the tip through her wet slit, using the head to circle her clit.
As she buried her fingers in my dark hair, I practically swallowed her tongue. I couldn’t get close enough to her. I teased the opening of her pussy by taking a few shallow strokes, but then I couldn’t stand it and I thrust inside.
I had to close my eyes for a moment and force myself to breathe slowly. The edges of my consciousness seemed to be unraveling. My restraint wasn’t far behind.
“Oh gods!” she cried out as I drove deeper, and she clenched around my shaft.
It had my eyes rolling in my head. In all my days, I couldn’t remember another being feeling better than she did. I was no less than stunned. Fighting for control, I gripped the ebony curls at the back of her head, exposing her throat. I sunk my teeth into the cords of her neck, followed by soothing licks.
With the other hand, I clutched her ass, then I slowly withdrew. A snap of my hips had me buried in her unholy heat again.
“How do you feel so good?” I muttered and I nuzzled into her hair.
“I hate you,” she practically growled. Yet despite her words, she clung to me as I plunged into her welcoming sheath over and over. I was losing myself in her soft little sounds and the way she gripped my length each time I buried my cock inside her.
I loved that she ground her clit against me each time—seeking her own pleasure. Her nails clawed at the back of my neck and my shoulders as my hips snapped in a relentless rhythm.
“Séamus! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted as I fucked her. A thin sheen of sweat made our skin slick and still, I didn’t let up. Not until she whimpered, “I’m so close. Please don’t stop! Oh gods, like that. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
And she did.
