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“Don’t.” I put a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. If not here, then the Umbral Throne. Don’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about tearing my clothes off and mounting me on your cock...”
He groaned, a sound low and full of need. It echoed loudly off the stone walls around us, and I flinched but went on.
“That you haven’t thought about mounting me on your cock,” I repeated, “and ravaging me senseless.”
“Sounds like you’ve been thinking about it, too,” he growled. “More than once.”
“Maybe I have. Maybe now’s your chance.”
“Maybe you’d better come then, so I can fuck you the way you clearly want me to,” he snarled.
He moved his mouth back against me, and I gasped so loudly, the sound echoed from the walls. His tongue was hard and relentless—like his swordplay in the training hall. He licked and stroked and then thrust his tongue inside me and fucked me with it while his fingers rolled over my clit.
I’d never come so fast or so hard.
Stars crashed into my vision, blinding me for a moment. Hot warmth spread over me as I clenched, gasping, my hips tilting backwards.
He caught me, holding me steady before pulling me forward towards him.
“Remember,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. “You asked for this.”
And then he was driving into me, his cock pressing against my entrance as I cried out—forgetting we weren’t truly alone.
Draven’s mouth was hot against my breasts. His hands ran up and down my sides, then cupped my ass, holding me more firmly against him.
That was when I heard the voices.
A low chattering. Unmistakable. The sound of nobles.
From the sounds of it, they were on a tour. A fucking guided tour.
One voice was louder than the rest. A man. He was chattering cheerfully and seemed to be describing the castle’s stonework. A castle connoisseur.
Draven slowed but didn’t stop thrusting completely. He kept his cock pushed into me, forcing small sounds of pleasure from my lips, even as my ears cocked, listening, praying the group would take a detour, pass by the throne room. Why the hell weren’t they back in the dining hall at this time of night anyhow?
I moved my hips automatically as Draven made a deep thrust, and a moan escaped my lips as the voices drew nearer.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “We have to...”
“We have to what?” Draven’s teeth nibbled on my neck. “Fuck more?”
“We can’t let them see us,” I said desperately. “I’ve changed my mind, I...”
“No.”
“No?”
“You can’t change your mind.”
“I can bloody well change my mind whenever I want to,” I said hotly.
“About this, yes,” Draven said, teeth sinking deeper until I gasped. “Do you really want me to stop?”
“N-no...” I breathed. “But...”
“So. We’re here. Let them see us.”
He sounded so pragmatic. So blasé.
